Gu Chaohan also thought of her menstrual cycle and his lips pursed slightly, "Did you take any medicine?"
"No..."
"Didn't dad buy you some medicine last time? Go have some," Gu Chaohan scolded, "You don't take care of your own body. You deserve to suffer a bit."
Gu Nanqiao clenched the water glass in her hand, her small face wrinkled, "Brother, that medicine is too bitter, I can't swallow it..."
"You," the man sighed lightly, a tone of helplessness in his voice. After a moment's hesitation, he still asked, "I heard from Jingting that you're getting a divorce?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Nanqiao froze for a moment. She couldn't help but think of the dream she just had, and her heart tightened.
"Yes." She let out a bitter smile, but wasn't sure if the pain in her stomach or in her heart was clearer, "I waited for him for three years, I'm tired."
In this world, no one's patience can be endlessly overdrawn.
