The words that followed, his mother wanted to speak but dared not, as this was not something to be taken lightly.
Wen Xian covered her mouth and retched a couple of times, and only then did her complexion gradually soothe. Breathing slightly, she clutched her chest and slowly said:
"...It's nothing, just some discomfort in my stomach, probably gastroenteritis."
Lu Xiao's expression was grave, his eyes filled with profound concern for her as he said directly:
"I'll carry you upstairs to rest first, and get you some medicine. If you're feeling unwell today, you shouldn't leave."
This statement was serious; nothing mattered more than her health.
Wen Xian's face was pale; she wanted to say something but ended up saying nothing, allowing him to carry her upstairs. Hooking her arm around his neck, she leaned into him with dependent affection.
The truth was she really didn't want to leave, but she had no choice.
Leaving sooner or later, she had to leave.