Back then, I liked you...didn't want to hear anything about you...afraid I'd get hurt... Every word she spoke was like a knife cutting into her heart, her heart had never felt such pain before, as if being squeezed into a narrow box, suffocating with oppression.
Fu Yi's thin lips pressed into a line, he didn't even notice when Jiang Nuan cleared the dishes from the table.
It wasn't until Jiang Nuan poured him a glass of water and placed it in front of him that he lifted his head.
"What's this?"
The voice was hoarse and torn, like a broken bellows.
"Water."
Jiang Nuan didn't notice anything unusual about him, placing a few pills on the table, "I poured you warm water, these are stomach medicine for treating gastritis, take them and you'll feel a bit better."
He hadn't really touched his dinner, probably because of stomach pain.
"..."
Jiang Nuan put down the medicine and water for him, stretched lazily, and said, "Take your time, I'm going to take a shower."
