She propped herself up and took out her phone to check the time. The light illuminated her fair cheeks, and she squinted slightly, feeling a wave of disappointment in her heart.
It was already eleven thirty at night.
Xia Xiaonuan couldn't help but sigh, extending her hand to rub her abdomen.
She felt a wave of nausea.
After lying down for a while longer, she suddenly flipped over and got out of bed quickly, rushing to the bathroom.
She had dinner alone tonight. Nangong Yaoling didn't return; she knew he was at the hospital with Mrs. Nangong, so she didn't call him again.
Initially, she didn't want to eat anything in the evening, but for the sake of the child in her belly, she forced herself to eat a little.
But now, she felt like she was going to throw up her dinner, and even bile.
