Gu Yanshen walked in with large strides, holding a bulging brown paper bag.
Without saying a word, he walked to the bedside and handed the paper bag to Lin Wan Yi.
A strong yet fresh sour aroma wafted out from the bag's opening, instantly dispersing the stuffy air in the room.
"Sour plums?" Gu Lan's eyes lit up immediately.
Lin Wan Yi accepted it and pinched a plump green sour plum from inside, putting it into her mouth.
The extreme sourness exploded on her taste buds, like a clear spring quickly extinguishing the churning fire in her stomach.
The nauseating feeling seemed to be pressed down by an invisible big hand.
She let out a long breath, and a rare hint of color finally returned to her face, which was as pale as paper.
"It works! It really works! Brother, where did you get this?" Gu Lan asked in surprise, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at her brother.
