Qin Yiren saw it, but pretended not to see it.
Avoiding Chu Xinian's motion of taking the plate, she personally delivered the breakfast to the table and sat down across from Chu Xinian without changing her expression.
Picking up the knife and fork, she cut a piece of bacon and put it in her mouth. The smile on Qin Yiren's lips froze, and a wave of nausea churned in her stomach.
Thinking it was perhaps because she hadn't slept all night, she forced herself to swallow it down, then abruptly stood up from the table, waved hurriedly at Chu Xinian, and rushed to the restroom to retch.
"Stomach uncomfortable? Want to go to the hospital?"
Carrying a cup of warm water, Chu Xinian followed and gently wiped the cold sweat from her pale forehead with his sleeve, involuntarily furrowing his brows: "Or was it the breakfast that didn't agree with you?"
Qin Yiren shook her head with difficulty, sipped the warm water, and didn't want to say a word more in frustration.
