On the third day of their return, Mo Shu got up early.
But getting out of bed was a bit difficult for her.
She was vomiting severely.
Yu Siqiao's brows were knitted with worry as he gently patted her back, squatting beside her, his heart aching for her.
Finally, when Mo Shu had almost finished vomiting, she was nearly exhausted.
Yu Siqiao embraced her in his arms, not minding at all that she had just vomited, and whispered, "Do you feel better now?"
Mo Shu didn't even want to move; she just lay there motionless.
Yu Siqiao stood by her side, his palm gently resting on her waist, waiting for her to regain her spirits.
Soon, Mo Shu regained her energy and said, "I'm fine now."
However, Yu Siqiao's brows were still furrowed, "Why are you vomiting so severely? It's getting worse each day."
Yesterday was not as bad; today her face had even turned purple from vomiting.
Mo Shu didn't know either; she casually responded, "Normal reaction," then went to brush her teeth.
