"Hmm,"
Tan Susu indeed had no strength left in her body, responded with a sound, and then went back to bed sprawled out.
This cold was really too strange.
She reached out and touched her forehead, taking a long sigh of relief.
Her head ached, her chest felt stuffy, and her entire body was uncomfortable—the sensation came in waves, peaking before giving the illusion of easing, only to intensify all over again.
It wasn't just physical discomfort that tormented her, but also the psychological fatigue from this feeling, yet sleep was elusive.
She looked at her phone, trying to do something else to distract herself.
She had just turned on the screen when the page she had saved Tang Jin's number on popped up.
Her fingertip lingered on it for a moment, but ultimately, she couldn't press it.
Seeking out a five or six-year-old girl because she was feeling unwell due to sickness was too absurd.
In the end, she swiped past that page, looking for other things to divert her attention.
