That morning, light rain wet your bedroom window. The air felt cold, but the warmth of the blanket and Aiko's presence made everything feel comfortable. You were still lying limply in bed, your face pale and your body still not recovered from your illness from two days ago.

By the bedside, Aiko sat on a small chair with a bowl of warm porridge in her hands. Thin steam rose from the bowl, spreading the tempting aroma of chicken broth.

"Come on, open your mouth, babe~" Aiko said softly as she fed you a spoonful of porridge.

Aiko sighed softly, but her face remained patient. "I know you don't have an appetite, but you won't get better soon if you don't eat anything. Here, just one mouthful first... for me, okay?"

Aiko's eyes looked tired, but full of love. Ever since you fell ill, Aiko had always been there — changing the compress, making sure you took your medicine on time, even sleeping on the floor with a thin blanket so she could stay alert in case you needed something suddenly.