"Is there something you want to say?" Noticing her hesitation, Chu Qi asked gently.
Ji'er shook her head and opened her mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by a sudden retch. Covering her mouth hastily, she pushed him away and dashed off the carriage.
Chu Qi immediately followed her, his face pale.
Ji'er was crouching at the roadside, dry-heaving intensely.
After her last vomiting spell, she had fallen asleep without eating anything, so there was nothing for her to throw up now.
However, the churning feeling in her stomach made her desperately want to vomit.
At this moment, the man laid his palm on her back and stroked it gently.
When her gagging finally stopped, she was already on the brink of exhaustion.
She tried to stand, but her knees buckled.
Chu Qi scooped her into his arms and said anxiously, "What's the matter, Ji'er? Are you ill?"
