"Xixi, try to eat more vegetables..."
She picked up a few pieces of vegetables with her chopsticks and forced herself to eat a few bites. Somehow, she caught a whiff of raw oil. She had hardly eaten anything properly for two days and was already feeling quite nauseous. This smell made her feel even worse, and she couldn't help but dry-heave.
"Xixi..."
"Mr. Wan, I'm sorry. You go ahead and eat."
She put down her bowl and chopsticks, turned, and ran upstairs. In the bathroom, she dry-heaved again. Her stomach was empty. Aside from the hot tea she had just sipped, nothing came out.
After a while, she staggered out to see Wan Donglin standing at the door. She had no idea how long he had been there.
Under the light, her face had rapidly grown gaunt. Her once jade-like complexion seemed to have vanished overnight, replaced by a lifeless, sallow hue.
He was taken aback.
