A few seconds of silence.
As soon as Mo Shiche loosened his grasp, Luo Qiangwei immediately went downstairs.
…
Mo Shiche stood at the entrance of the master bedroom, the light from the hallway casting a long, dark shadow over his shoulder.
It was already past nine o'clock.
"I have to go out," Luo Qiangwei was intently applying her makeup with a very perfunctory tone,
Mo Shiche's frown deepened, the phone abandoned on the bed suddenly lit up. Bending down to pick it up, he saw the WeChat notification on the screen—...
Hospital.
The doctor took Luo Qiangwei's temperature, a high fever of 39 degrees, accompanied by mild vomiting.
Mo Shiche mentioned she usually had gastritis and speculated she might have caught a cold last night. The doctor saw that her symptoms matched those caused by gastritis and thus prescribed her medicine, deciding she should stay in the hospital for observation for a few days.
Luo Qiangwei didn't wake up until after five in the afternoon.
