Yeah!
She has to persist.
She has to try harder.
However, within minutes after the infusion, the familiar feeling that frightened her and kept her from moving - a sense of pain - resurfaced.
Just like a tide stirring up a storm.
A force to be reckoned with.
She lay on the bed, wanting so much to curl up in agony.
But because her abdomen was cut open, she dared not move.
It felt as though countless sharp claws were clutching her forcefully, wanting to rip her stomach apart.
"Amo!" Qiaoqiao's fingers moved lightly within Yun Mo's palm, "I don't want this infusion, not this type of fluid, no, don't…"
She was whimpering and pleading.
The pain was too much to handle.
Yun Mo's eyebrows furrowed tightly, his hand gently wiped away her tears.
He had never seen her in such pain.
Her tears kept gushing out, a ceaseless flow.
She was suffering.
He knew.
"Qiaoqiao," Yun Mo delicately touched her cheek, "should we use a pain reliever?"
