Wu Tong's heart was now filled with thoughts of the woman she hadn't seen.
She kept her mouth shut about her own condition, fingers clenching Jiang Yun's trouser leg; she tugged forcefully, her tone artificially assertive, "I want to see her..."
Jiang Yun's failure to understand Wu Tong's thought processes was nothing new, and it was especially true at this moment.
He placed his hands under Wu Tong's armpits, his palms curled into fists, and lifted her up with gentlemanly care.
"Where does it hurt?"
His tone was stern, brooking no refusal.
Wu Tong, supporting herself with one hand on Jiang Yun's arm, covered her stomach tightly with the other, her facial features knit together in pain, her voice significantly weaker, "My stomach hurts, I haven't eaten for several days..."
Now, she deeply regretted why she had to torment her own stomach over a man.
It was her first time realizing that a stomachache could be so agonizing.
