The nurse understood that her mood wasn't great at the moment, nodded her head, and bowed slightly as she stepped backward, "Okay, Miss, please pay attention to resting. Call me if you need anything."
With that, the nurse left, and before leaving, she also helped her close the door.
The spacious room quieted down.
Enen rose from the sofa and walked over to the dining table.
The dishes laid out on it were enticing in both appearance and scent.
In the past few days, any dish she ate a little more of would surely appear on the table the next day. Today was no exception, all her favorite dishes, refreshing without being too bland.
But at this moment, she had no appetite at all.
Enen still picked up the chopsticks, forcing herself to lift the bowl.
All the dishes, crafted by top chefs, tasted great, yet she felt as if she was chewing on wax.
Were it not for the baby in her stomach, she wouldn't have been able to eat at all.