When Lin Jiao returned, she did not find anything unusual.
She made a cup of brown sugar ginger tea and focused on finishing the proposal before sending a message to Pei Zhi on WeChat.
"Uncle, I'm not going to your house tonight."
"What happened?"
"Period. Sigh."
Pei Zhi opened the calendar and frowned.
He stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers. "Why is it brought forward? Did you eat something you shouldn't have recently?"
"It's normal for it to come a few days early."
"So did you eat anything?"
"Yes." Lin Jiao touched the tip of her nose. "I ate two ice creams last night."
Pei Zhi sighed.
He thought of how she was in so much pain that she was hospitalized last year and asked, "Is it very painful?"
"Not really."
Lin Jiao took a photo of the ginger tea and sent it to him. "This is very effective. Don't worry."
Pei Zhi would only be at ease when he saw her.