The spicy, fiery taste almost made him spit it out.

His face scrunched in distaste.

"Why is this so horrible?"

“Ginger soup is supposed to taste like this. Once you finish it, you'll start sweating and feel better," Maggie explained hastily. re you sure?" Sanford asked, his gaze fixed on her.

"I am. Hurry, drink it up." Maggie's voice carried a gentle coaxing tone as she urged him on.

Something stirred within Sanford, and prompted him to gather his resolve. Bracing himself, he summoned his courage and proceeded to empty the bowl. Grimacing with each gulp, he could not help but voice his complaint.

“It's awful."

It was rare for him to show this side of him, and Maggie found her eyes beaming as she watched his Lips pursed in distaste.

“Well, the porridge is still simmering. It should be ready in about ten minutes. I'll take my Leave now."

“Wait. As Maggie walked past him, Sanford reached out and grasped her wrist.

Maggie faltered and stumbled right into Sanford's arms.

Her eyes met his dazzling gaze, causing her heart to race uncontrollably.

As memories flooded her mind, she couldn't help but reminisce about the intimate moments they shared in the past.

She yearned to be wrapped in his embrace forever, and to start over with him.

However, her rationality compelled her to free herself from him and regain her composure.

"Sanford, is there anything else you need?"

Staring into her sparkling eyes, Sanford was convinced that her feelings for him were still alive.

He gazed intently at her, inquiring, “Are you preparing for the postgraduate entrance exams?"

"Yes."

Maggie averted her eyes, sweeping a loose lock of hair behind her ear, and acknowledged with a nod.

“If there's anything that confuses you, feel free to approach me.“

Huh?