A little after nine, her stomach finally protested from hunger. Chi Nuan walked out of the bedroom, lazily made her way to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and casually took out a packet of oatmeal, mixed it with milk, took it to the living room, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and began drinking.
She only drank a couple of sips before vomiting again.
She hadn't eaten dinner, and her stomach was empty. Vomiting bile made her tears fall and feel even more miserable, her whole body felt terrible.
Indeed, being a mother is not easy.
At this moment, Chi Nuan especially, especially missed her own mother.
If her mom were here, she could petulantly act spoiled. When she couldn't eat, her mom would place the prepared porridge by her bed and gently persuade her to eat a little...
"Dad, Mom..."
When someone is weak, they tend to miss their family even more.
Chi Nuan called out, and tears followed...
