That night, Gong Fan did not come out to have dinner with everyone. Instead, he stayed in his room alone.
He had a serious gastric condition. Yun Shishi had warned him about this, too. If he didn't eat on time, he could end up in serious pain. However, Gong Fan didn't want to come out. He shut himself in the gloomy room and curled up on the bed, delaying his meal. Sure enough, his stomach started to cramp.
He clutched his stomach tightly, feeling cold all over.
If he had decided to leave, and since Yun Shishi had decided to give him up, then he had no reason to linger. He'd just be indifferent to the end. Let indifference end this. Perhaps it would hurt his heart less if he stayed indifferent to the end.
Gong Fan turned over with difficulty and reached out to switch on the bedside lamp. He fumbled around in the bedside table drawer and indeed found his gastric pills.
