The night was deep, and only two orange wall lamps illuminated the suite, casting a warm glow. Li Yeqi sat on the beige sofa, his expression even more somber than the night outside the window.
Yan Luoxi woke up in the middle of the night, feeling nauseous in her stomach. She ran barefoot into the bathroom and dry heaved over the toilet for a long time before the nausea subsided. She sat on the floor, unable to muster the strength to stand up for a while.
After a while, she propped herself up using the toilet lid, her stomach burning. She clutched her stomach and drifted out of the secondary bedroom to the kitchen, poured herself some hot water, and drank more than half a glass before feeling slightly better.
