This afternoon, his stomach pain showed no sign of easing; instead, it became increasingly severe, as if someone had filled it with hard stones, causing him agonizing discomfort.
"I made all your favorite dishes today, with noodles as the main course. How about it?" Gu Qingxin asked him while holding his hand as they walked.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"It's no trouble, as long as you like it." Gu Qingxin forced a smile.
The two of them sat down in the dining room, and Gu Qingxin served him some dishes. Although Beiming Han's stomach pain was excruciating, he still picked up his chopsticks and consumed everything she served him.
Seeing that he was barely eating, Gu Qingxin asked him uneasily, "What's wrong? Is my cooking not to your taste?"
Beiming Han looked up and shook his head, "No, it's especially delicious."
After speaking, he picked up a couple of bites of food and continued eating from his small plate.
