Mu Jingxi lovingly kissed her brow and eyes, "Get some sleep for a while, I'll call you when it's time for dinner."
Qiao An nodded slightly, leaning against him as she fell into a deep sleep.
In less than half an hour, Qiao An frowned in discomfort. She suddenly sat up, retching incessantly.
The nauseating feeling surged up in waves.
"Do you feel nauseous and want to vomit?"
Mu Jingxi supported her to the washroom, gently patting her back with one hand.
Qiao An nodded, speaking weakly, "It feels awful..."
"I know." Mu Jingxi frowned deeply, a persistent sadness etched between his brows. The side effects of the chemotherapy were beginning to show.
Qiao An vomited for quite a while, almost bringing up bile, and was weakly helped back to the bed by Mu Jingxi to lie down.
He was grateful that, from the start, he hadn't let Little Nuomi stay.
Otherwise, it would certainly have scared her.
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