My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

My grandma used to make flour porridge for me when I was a child. She'd boil the water first, then put the flour into the water once it was boiled, and stirred the mixture while waiting for it to be cooked. The

flour porridge would be done after ten minutes.

It was thick and melted in your mouth. Although it was nothing fancy, it was a good stand-in for soup.

I saw Sebastian lying in bed with his eyes closed when I went back to the bedroom. It seemed he had fallen asleep.

I whispered, "Mr. Milton, are you asleep?"

He didn't respond. I put the flour porridge aside before helping him pull up the quilt.

He unexpectedly grabbed hold of my hand. Shocked, I looked down and saw him staring at me.

I was a little surprised. "Did I wake you up?"

his head slightly. "No,

he spoke, his gaze had turned to the bowl next

my hand and walked up to him with the bowl in my hand. "There's not much ingredients in it. I only found flour, so I made some flour porridge. Have a bite and see if it's edible." He tried to get

However, I moved too quickly, and ended up falling right on

sorry! I..." This was an awkward position to be, but fortunately, the bowl in my hand had not toppled

in a panic, "I didn't mean it just now. I just wanted

staring

him up before handing the bowl

said, "Am I your patient now?"

he not be, with such a huge hole on

ask you to feed me, right?" I was taken aback by

sternly. "Mr. Milton, you're a serious man, so this doesn't come off very

took the bowl from me and took a bite. It was probably good

How could he change topics so

When I was a child, I often saw my grandmother make this for me. I just learnt how to