After lunch, Li Qiao absent-mindedly hugged a pillow and sat in the living room, dazed.
She didn't have much appetite earlier, ate a bit, and felt waves of nausea.
Though her severe vomiting symptoms during pregnancy had noticeably alleviated after controlling her diet, she still threw up several times a day.
Of course, Shang Yu was unaware of this.
Li Qiao kept pondering the purpose of the small glass piece. If it were a storage medium, might it react only when powered?
Before long, her eyebrows drooped slightly, a hint of drowsiness crept in, and she lay sideways, soon falling asleep.
...
Perhaps because it was Monday, Shang Yu returned very late.
It was close to nine at night when he finally came home, bringing a chill with him.
Li Qiao was sitting in the living room, looking down at her phone. Upon hearing a sound outside the entrance, she turned off the screen and looked up.
