Xia Wan'an laughed sweetly, eating shrimp while smiling warmly at Song Youman, "Youman, it's the same for me; you're also my strength."
Song Youman raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Of course, I know," but a wave of discomfort swept through her stomach before she got the words out. Her expression didn't change much, but there was a hint of panic in her eyes.
Seeing that she stayed silent, Xia Wan'an spoke again, returning to the crux of the matter, "Youman, we've sidetracked a bit. Let's return to our earlier topic. After dinner, shall we go see the doctor?"
Song Youman was worried that her suspicion might be right, and she shook her head, "It's all right. I might have eaten too much last night and caught a cold. I'll just have some porridge tomorrow to strengthen my stomach."
Seeing Song Youman insist on this, Xia Wan'an didn't press her, "Alright then, but if you still feel unwell tomorrow, tell me, and I'll accompany you to the hospital."
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