she was dreaming."Sorry!""Zhao Ping'an uttered three words from between his teeth, taking slow steps towards them. Upon seeing their faces, he felt a piercing pain as if pierced by thousands of arrow...your body will starve." An elderly woman held a bowl of congee and spoke softly.Ye Yaoqing, hearing this, finally struggled to move her gaze from Zhao Ping'an who was bathing in the medicinal bath.He...