***
The two sat down at the dining table for breakfast.
"Husband, do you want me to feed you?"
Mai Xiaomai, with a bowl of hot porridge prepared by Aunt Zhang in her hands, asked as she placed it in front of him.
"I can do it myself!"
Qiao Chutian didn't want to seem like a useless person, reliant on Mai Xiaomai's care for everything.
"Alright."
Mai Xiaomai understood his mindset and knew his sense of pride.
She handed him the spoon and guided his hand to feel the bowl's position.
After letting go, Qiao Chutian accurately scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth.
She watched, reassured.
The two began to sip their porridge leisurely.
Though Qiao Chutian's eyes were impaired, the long-missed warmth they felt as a couple made them grateful that fate still favored them, allowing them to be together.
After eating their fill, Mai Xiaomai took a napkin and wiped away the grains of porridge that had accidentally spilled on the corner of his mouth.
