Elianna struggled to prop herself up, leaning weakly against the sofa.
Joseph, seated beside her, gently brought a spoonful of ginger tea to her lips.
She took a sip and muttered, "It's hot."
Joseph paused, withdrew the spoon, and blew lightly on the steaming liquid. He then took a small taste to ensure the flavor and temperature were just right before offering it to her again.
This time, Elianna took a small sip. The tea carried a subtle sweetness, balanced by a mild ginger tang—an aroma she had always disliked.
At home, she avoided any dish with a strong ginger flavor, no matter who was cooking.
Every time she drank ginger tea, it was always with the coaxing of her elder brother that she would take a few sips.
After drinking half a cup of ginger tea, the intense pain subsided sli
