Resting on the nightstand, there was a photo of Ji Chicheng and Ji Zhengdao standing together on the peak of a high mountain, wearing identical climbing outfits, the old man's face beaming with a splendid smile.
Ji Chicheng's lips also harbored a touch of a victorious smile.
In the warm imagery, Anning's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly as well.
"Hiss…"
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and she furrowed her brow tightly, sliding her hands under the covers to clutch her stomach.
This familiar sensation of pain abruptly reminded her of something; she directed her gaze towards the nightstand, where the small alarm clock sat with a date beneath it.
Indeed, it was the day for her monthly visitor!
The pain in her lower abdomen came in waves, sometimes light, sometimes severe.
"Does your foot still hurt?"
