It's late at night, and Jiang Cheng can't sleep. It's been one of his worse days, where his mother had fussed over him, until he had actually fainted. He hasn't eaten anything all day, and he's hungry, but he's not allowed to eat anything after he's been ill.

He's brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Wei Ying sneaking into the room, carrying a big pot of soup and some bread. Jiang Cheng tilts his head, feeling slightly confused. Why is Wei Ying here?

Jiang Cheng: "...A-Ying?"

Wei Ying: "Yeah! Look, A-Cheng, I brought you some soup! I made it myself, I thought we could share...?"

Jiang Cheng looks down. He really wants to, but he's really not supposed to...

Jiang Cheng: "You know I'm not meant to, A-Ying... Mother would be so mad if she found out..."

Wei Ying: "Are you really saying you aren't hungry, A-Cheng? C'mon, a little bit can't hurt..."