"Okay."
Su Ye's face showed no expression.
She took the spoon Sun Zhuo handed to her and drank the porridge with an unchanged expression.
One spoonful after another, she almost incessantly stuffed it into her mouth.
At first, Lin Tang and Sun Zhuo were somewhat relieved, but gradually, they sensed something was amiss.
"Xiao Ye, are you okay?" Sun Zhuo held her hand, his brows deeply furrowed.
His niece's condition was very abnormal.
"I'm fine, Uncle." Su Ye sniffled, "I just want to eat a bit more, to nourish myself well, and then recover sooner. I don't want to be a burden to anyone anymore."
If it wasn't for her, Gu Yan wouldn't have repeatedly fallen into life-threatening danger.
Lin Tang anxiously sat down beside her, "Yeye, how could it be that you're burdening others? How come you and Uncle Sun both like to take responsibility onto yourselves?"
Su Ye drooped her eyes, remaining silent.
She didn't feel like she was taking on responsibility.
