Zhen Yu, having washed her face, felt she had reluctantly come back to life. She slumped on the sofa in a "Ge You slouch," her voice hoarse, "You guys should hurry to school! You're going to be late. I'll be fine at home by myself!"
"I'm not at ease!" Han Mingyue blurted out, then realized he seemed to be overly concerned.
The moment the words were spoken, he turned around to leave, "I'll make a call! We'll talk later!"
Zhen Yu was taken aback for a moment, and just as she was about to think more deeply, her attention was dragged away by a sudden assault of stomach pain!
She couldn't focus on anything other than the discomfort.
Han Jiayang glanced at his brother making a call, then at Zhen Yu gritting her teeth in pain, and asked softly, "Zhen Yu? Where does it hurt?"
"Ah... my stomach!" Zhen Yu clenched her fist and pressed it against her ribs, but the pain still made her gasp for air.
"Then, then should you take some more medicine?" Han Jiayang asked seriously.
