"An'an, why are you back so late today? Did something happen?"
Zhang Jian knocked on the bathroom door.
An'an had been inside for half an hour already, and Zhang Jian was very worried.
Shen You'an opened the bathroom door and walked out, wearing loose and soft home clothes.
"I'm fine."
Zhang Jian's eyes were filled with concern.
An'an seemed to have lost even more weight. Her back was so thin it looked like a sheet of paper, and her complexion carried an unnatural pallor. The faintly visible web of bluish-purple capillaries beneath her skin was startling.
"An'an, is your body feeling unwell? Let me take you to the hospital for a checkup."
Zhang Jian felt immensely guilty. He had been too busy with work recently and hadn't noticed that An'an's health was deteriorating.
Shen You'an rubbed her flat stomach and said, "I think I just ate something bad these past few days, Uncle. Don't worry, I'm really fine."
