Before long, Tan Zhenghong finished stitching and handed the cloth bundle to Qiao Duo'er, then turned away conscientiously.
Qiao Duo'er's stomach hurt so much she couldn't care about anything else. She could only change into clean pants on the bed, and then place the cloth bundle underneath. The touch of the cotton was not bad, but just the thought of Tan Zhenghong sewing it made her feel slightly uncomfortable.
After changing, she lay on the bed and felt a bit better curled up.
This was a sign of malnutrition; her former self's period would only come once every two or three months, or even half a year, and each time it was excruciatingly painful.
So for her, not having her period was actually a good thing.
Sigh, she really needed to take good care of this body.
"How can you make it hurt less?" Tan Zhenghong felt so distressed, he wished he could take the pain away for her.
But as a man, he didn't have that ability and could do nothing to ease Qiao Duo'er's pain.
