Liu Yang feels something strange in her stomach. She pauses, tilts her head, and thinks it over – did she eat something spoiled last night? She hadn't had breakfast therefore; it is probably last night but she couldn't think of anything. Or is it because she had not had breakfast?
She gasps. Is it her period? But it's not due yet, isn't it?
Her periods are irregular and it is hard to rely on those menstrual cycle apps.
"Editor, are you okay?"
Liu Yang snaps out of her thoughts, startled at Qiao Lan lightly tapping on her shoulder. His unruly curly hair and black-rimmed glasses greet her.
"Oh? Ah, yeah."
Qiao Lan gets himself a mug from the cupboard while peeking at her from time to time. "You have been standing there in a daze. Are you sure you're okay?"
They are standing side by side – just a few centimeters from each other, and Qiao Lan stops the urge to 'accidentally' brush his arm from hers. He swallows a lump, fully aware of her being beside him.
