Jian Si massaged her temples, puzzled, when Ji Mingche's teasing voice came from above her head, "What's wrong? Feeling unwell?"
Jian Si suppressed her discomfort, got up from the ground, and while moving her limbs, said, "I don't know, maybe it's because of the winter, the coldness from the ground is intense, and I feel a bit uneasy. But no matter, it will be better in a couple of days."
Ji Mingche's gaze deepened, suggesting with an implicit meaning, "Do you want to rest in bed for a while?"
Jian Si shook her head, "No need! I am not so delicate!"
Ji Mingche pointed to the steaming meal on the nightstand, "Omis just brought this in. Seeing you were still sleeping, I didn't have the heart to wake you. She knows you are from Z country and in case you're not accustomed to Western food, she made you a vegetable salad. It's the only dish she can make that's somewhat close to Chinese food, so just make do with it!"
"It's okay, I can eat anything."