"Wah—!"
Just as everyone was stunned, almost losing their ability to react, a wretched cry suddenly came from beside them.
Shang Ruyi hastily lowered her head to look, and it was Shantong'er. As he witnessed the tragic scene before his eyes, his dark, bright pupils were trembling incessantly, his face turned pale, and he suddenly bent over, vomiting out everything he had eaten before.
"Shantong'er!"
Shang Ruyi hurriedly squatted down to support him, while another hand reached over, gently patting his back.
It was Nie Chong.
His gaze was drawn back from the Capital, and his face was somewhat pale too. But at this moment, he couldn't care less about himself as he helped Shantong'er pat his back and catch his breath, softly saying, "I told you to eat less."
"I, I..."
Shantong'er seemed like he wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word. His eyes were red, and tears and snot ran down his face. The body, once strong like a small bull, was now uncontrollably trembling.
