That feeling of her heart suddenly plummeting almost made her faint.
Finally, the car pulled over to a stop, and Beibei felt dizzy, with the milk tea she had drunk earlier churning in her stomach.
Awkwardly pushing open the car door, her legs weakened as she got out and squatted by the roadside, violently throwing up.
With spasms in her stomach and her head getting increasingly confused, Beibei felt like heaven wasn't far away.
Rong Yan stood by the car, just behind her, watching her condition, his brows slowly knitting together.
When she was almost done throwing up, he handed her a paper towel, "This weak?"
He had only intended to punish her slightly, but seeing her like this, he couldn't help feeling a bit guilty.
After she had finished, Beibei squatted on the ground, hugging her knees and sobbing softly.
Seeing her like this, Rong Yan's brows furrowed tighter, "Does it hurt that much?"