Half a month later, Mu Chenxi once again leaned over the toilet, vomiting until the world spun, leaving her vision blackened after it ended.
This morning, in order to reassure Fu Yanshen before he left for work, she had forced herself to eat a little. Now, all of it had been offered up to the toilet.
She steadied herself, carefully stood up, and shuffled out of the bathroom on unsteady legs.
The aunt responsible for taking care of her was waiting outside, her face full of worry. Seeing Mu Chenxi emerge, she immediately stepped forward to support her. "Madam."
She helped her to the sofa to sit down and handed Mu Chenxi some water to rinse her mouth.
After rinsing, the aunt looked at the pale and weak Mu Chenxi and asked gently, "Madam, should I call the sir and ask him to come back to accompany you?"
"No need."
Mu Chenxi softly responded.
Saying those two words felt as exhausting as running an 800-meter race.
She felt unwell and had no desire to keep talking.