When Lin Yi woke up the next morning, Liang Jingchuan was no longer in bed.
When she woke up and looked at the breakfast on the table, everything seemed to be the same as before he went to A city.
She heaved a sigh of relief, walked to the dining table, sat down, and took a bite of the sandwich.
"Wu ..." She suddenly covered her mouth, not letting herself vomit.
He always had a bad appetite in the morning.
Fortunately, he was not at home. Otherwise, she would not know how to explain it.
Lin Yi didn't dare to leave any behind. In the end, she had no choice but to throw the breakfast away.
However, she had only taken a few steps when her hand suddenly went soft and the plate fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
With a "bang", she supported herself with her hands on the table and leaned against it. Her body slowly slid down and finally sat on the ground.
Her face was pale and sweat was dripping from her forehead. She looked weak and powerless.
