Feng Yihuan lay in bed, feeling satisfied after eating her favorite food today.
However, this sense of happiness didn't last long.
Originally, she thought that after taking her medicine, things shouldn't be too bad.
But shortly after waking up, her stomach began to ache faintly, and she had to rush to the bathroom.
She somewhat resented her own body; even after living in the Ling clan for a while, her stomach was still so weak.
She felt like all the medicinal herbs she used were just wasted on her.
This diarrhea seemed endless.
Feng Yihuan didn't dare to say anything. If she did, she'd only blame herself for not controlling her mouth.
She couldn't exactly say it was because of Ye Heng, could she?
She didn't care; if she really needed to justify it, she'd just say that it was Ye Heng who liked the food, and she only ate it to keep him company.
Around six, Feng Yihang came home from work.
As soon as he returned, he heard his mom say that Huanhuan came back in the afternoon.
