After a while, she sighed, sat down on the chair, and started eating breakfast.
Her physical condition wasn't the best, making her quite prone to illness. Sometimes, when she had a fever, she felt unable to even get out of bed. Koa Jackson seemed to be in much better shape than her.
At first, her face was flushed, but after washing up and coming out, her face appeared even paler than usual.
Her thin lips looked even redder.
It was the kind of red that appeared dry and needed moisturizing.
Mia Ginger's mind wandered off, and she quickly finished her meal.
She urged Koa Jackson to the living room, commanded him to sit on the sofa, brought over the medicine box, opened it, rummaged through it a couple of times, and asked Koa Jackson, "Which ones are you going to take?"
Koa Jackson glanced at her, couldn't help but laugh, and lazily pointed to three kinds of medicine.
One fever reducer and two antibiotics.
