Lin Nuan looked down at her little wound, then secretly glanced at Ning Shiyu.
Even though Ning Shiyu didn't like her and hated that she was competing with him for the family inheritance, after all, they'd known each other for 13 years and lived together for 10.
He didn't have romantic feelings for her, but there should be at least a little kinship, right? Seeing her suffering like this, maybe he'd have a shred of compassion.
Maybe this is a good chance to play the victim and win some sympathy from him.
Staring fixedly at Ning Shiyu, Lin Nuan licked her lips, working up a sorrowful mood: "Since I got back, I've lost five or six pounds."
Ning Shiyu's right hand, which was clutching her clothes, couldn't help trembling a bit.
Lin Nuan seized the moment: "I can only fall asleep at night if I take medicine."
Ning Shiyu looked up, staring straight at her. He vaguely remembered seeing her take medicine a little while ago, but he didn't really know what kind.
