"Dance, don't think about soup." Suddenly, Beigong Yuehua reached out and patted her on the shoulder, as if to comfort her.

dance tears a Zheng, a wry smile, concentrate on drinking soup. I don't want to. It's no use trying any more.

seeing that she had finished a bowl of pig's hoof soup, Beigong Yuehua asked the servant girl to come in and clean it up.

when the servant girl is ready to leave, Beigong Yuehua helps her up: "go for a walk!"

tearful dance hands: "I can go."

Beigong Yuehua looks at her back and shrinks his hand. He just touches her arm. I feel her temperature is a...