Mu Jin Huan looked at the woman's pale face, his sword-like eyebrows knitted, as he gently patted her back with a large hand. Only after she stopped retching did he speak, "Change clothes and let's go to the hospital."
Nan Wan rinsed her mouth with clean water, took the tissue he handed her to wipe off the water, turned off the tap, and slowly straightened up.
She smiled slightly, "It's nothing, I've already seen a doctor. It's just that my stomach hasn't been well lately, and the smell of fish makes me feel a bit nauseous."
Mu Jin Huan's frown deepened, the worry in his eyes unconcealed, his voice slightly heavy, "If you feel this bad and still say it's nothing, then what counts as something?"
He was only away for five days, and she had turned herself into this...
"I'm not that fragile," Nan Wan tugged at the man's clothes, looked up to meet his gaze, "I always have a few days like this when the seasons change; it's not a big issue."
