It was already past one in the afternoon when they left the café. Lin Qianyan drove off, but Tong Ran insisted on not letting him see her off. She walked along the way in front of the café. The winter sun was not too intense, yet the blinding light still made her unable to open her eyes.
Tong Ran gradually felt her strength waning. She hadn't eaten much, but the gastric juice kept surging up, assaulting her throat. She reached out to hold her forehead, waves of dizziness overtaking her like a flood.
She didn't dare walk any further, so she sat down on a resting bench nearby. Her stomach felt really uncomfortable. Tong Ran covered her stomach with her hand, continually recalling what she might have eaten yesterday.
Was it the cake Mo Nanjue bought last night? Or that fish...
Neither, she had eaten those things before, and it shouldn't be this uncomfortable.
