"It's only a common cold. Don't over-worry, Mom," Gu Chenyi said.
"It's not that I'm over-worrying, it's you who should be worrying more! She's bearing your child!" Mrs. Gu chided.
Gu Chenyi avoided the topic and replied, "I'll go and see her now."
"Uh-huh, hurry!" Mrs. Gu did not speak further.
When Gu Chenyi entered the room, Lin Qingya was eating her porridge.
When she saw him, her hands tightened around the bowl.
He shut the door behind him, thinking about the night before. Since he had told her the truth in his drunken state, then there was no longer a need for him to hide his disgust. "It's useless to feign illness!"
Lin Qingya put down the bowl she was holding and smiled bitterly. "I know it's useless to feign illness."
