It's over, it's all over. Today was a rare family gathering, and it seems she's ruined it again.
Tian Sangsang scooped a handful of cool water and splashed it on her face, feeling a bleak sadness in her heart.
Her face, moistened by the water, was nearly pale enough to be transparent.
She straightened up and froze.
Jiang Jinghuai was standing at the bathroom door, his cold eyes fixed on her: "Why did you throw up?"
"I don't know either." She pressed her dry lips together and said apologetically, "I didn't mean to, I don't even know why it just…" This wasn't something she could control. It wasn't like she purposely chose this moment to throw up.
She really didn't do it on purpose, okay?
She was just as puzzled herself.
Jiang Jinghuai's voice was indifferent: "There wasn't any celery in today's dishes." Not even a trace of celery, not even the faintest hint of its smell.
Tian Sangsang opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found she couldn't utter a single word.
