Jinyan and Jiang Yuan both didn't come down for dinner that evening. One had eaten too much at noon and wasn't digesting well, while the other suddenly had a stomachache and had no appetite.
Jiayan asked the housekeeper to make a stomach-soothing tea for Jinyan, then he went to see Jiang Yuan.
"Brother Yan, am I going to die soon!" The little girl lay on the bed, her small face pale almost without a trace of color, clutching her stomach, looking weak and lifeless.
Seeing her like this, Jiayan's brow involuntarily furrowed. He had originally thought the girl was just throwing a tantrum over something that had happened earlier, deliberately skipping dinner, but it turned out she was really sick. On hearing this, he couldn't help but scold, "Don't talk nonsense!"
The little girl pouted, "But it really hurts! And I'm already this miserable, yet you're still being mean to me." As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, and she stared at Jiayan with tearful eyes.
