Li Qingshen was driving up from the foot of the mountain when he saw Ling Momo from a distance, bent over and vomiting. He frowned, accelerated the car, and stopped by Ling Momo's side.
Li Qingshen opened the car door, stepped out, and approached her with a cold face, "What's wrong?"
Ling Momo hadn't expected Li Qingshen to drive back up from the foot of the mountain.
"Teacher..." She had barely called out 'teacher' and had not yet had the chance to ask why he hadn't been at the villa when her expression suddenly became extremely painful. She extended a hand apologetically towards Li Qingshen, then turned her head and vomited again.
This time, the feeling of nausea was even more intense than before.
Ling Momo's stomach had nothing left in it, and she kept retching dryly, feeling completely weak and drained.
Yet she couldn't stop retching, and eventually, the bag she was holding fell to the ground because she had no strength to hold it.
