While she was still tangled up in her thoughts, suddenly, she heard the noise from his side—clattering sounds, followed by the door opening, and then the sound of him rushing into the bathroom, vomiting uncontrollably.
His vomiting was difficult to listen to, and after hesitating for a moment, Cynthia decided to put on some clothes and go check on him. By the time she stepped outside, he had just emerged from the bathroom, his face pale, his brows furrowed tightly, looking visibly uncomfortable. His face was also wet, clearly splashed with cold water.
When he saw her standing at the door, wrapped in clothes, he paused for a moment, but only glanced at her before turning and walking into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
