Accident A Bowl of Hot Porridge My Life Is Yours

"Master..."

Simon Sun's eyes were red, filled with a gentle compassion that seemed to shine. Serena Feng could almost see a halo around him, a faint glow wrapping Simon in something holy.

He truly was born to be a healer, with a heart more pure than most. Simon Sun was so much simpler than she was—how could someone so pure survive in this world?

What a headache!

She used to be just as pure, but reality shattered that innocence.

Serena Feng sighed and patted Simon Sun on the shoulder. "Don’t be sad. They’re lucky to have someone willing to serve them porridge. Think of those who starved to death—there’s always someone worse off in this world. So dry your tears, because right now, tears won’t help anyone."

No one had ever protected her innocence, so now, she did her best to protect Simon Sun’s. She wanted people to love his purity—at least until the day she could no longer shield him. When that day came, he would either grow like she did, or be crushed by this world.

Simon Sun had no idea what Serena was thinking. Hearing her words, he nodded earnestly, his dark eyes clear as crystal, reflecting all the filth of the world. For a moment, Serena saw her own hardened heart in his gaze.

Simon Sun grabbed Serena’s hand and tugged her inside, urgent. "Master, let’s go to the free clinic hall—there must be so many patients. In weather this cold, they won’t last long. If we get there sooner, we can save more lives."

Simon Sun’s fighting spirit was undiminished; nothing could shake him.

"Alright." Serena quickly pulled herself out of her daze and followed after Simon Sun.

One act of charity with porridge had thrust Prince Nolan into the spotlight. Now, with this free clinic, Serena was determined to push Simon Sun forward too—so even without her, he’d have an extra layer of protection.

That was Serena’s plan. As for Simon Sun’s opinion? If her naive apprentice ever found out she had an ulterior motive for the clinic, he’d probably resent her—so it was best to keep it to herself.

But good intentions rarely survive reality. Serena and her group had barely taken two steps when a burst of commotion interrupted them.

Trouble had broken out at the porridge stall.

A tall, burly man suddenly burst in from nowhere, charging through and scattering the line for porridge. The refugees were startled, and chaos threatened to erupt...

The Su Clan’s porridge servers reacted quickly, rushing out to calm the crowd and urging everyone to keep lining up. They promised there was enough food for all—everyone would get a bowl of hot porridge.

Once the crowd was soothed, the servers prepared to question the disruptive man—only to hear a heavy thud as he knelt before the stall, an old man slung across his back.

"Just give me a bowl of hot porridge—my life is yours." The pair, one old and one young, wore nothing but thin underclothes; their exposed skin was red and purple from the cold. They were even more desperate than the others waiting in line.

The servers glanced at him, said nothing, and kept handing out porridge and buns to the others. "Step forward—don’t hold up the line," they called.