Eating the potato stew, Gu Xiaomo's eyes quivered slightly.
She said, "I feel like I've tasted this somewhere before."
"Don't all Chinese dishes taste similar?"
Gu Xiaomo responded with a hum, recalling how she had been vomiting badly before, with Yimi's voice constantly in her ear.
He kept calling her name, his voice filled with anxiety.
She remembered it well; even if she couldn't see, she knew he caught everything she threw up. He wasn't afraid of getting dirty, helped her wipe her mouth, and asked where she felt uncomfortable.
These days, he always took her to the island's amusement park; when she got tired of playing, he carried her back.
She went from initial rejection to becoming accustomed to it.
"Yimi, is this how all doctors take care of their patients?" Gu Xiaomo asked.
Dylan said, "No! You're the Gu Family's miss, so special treatment!"
