Aran took the second bowl of soup from Chu Hengyuan, but before she could drink it, her hand suddenly trembled, and she nearly spilled it all over herself. She immediately thrust the bowl back into Chu Hengyuan’s hands, her brows furrowed tightly as she clutched her stomach with both hands.
"Ranran, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the food?" Chu Hengyuan immediately suspected that someone might have tampered with the meal or poisoned it.
Aran’s body was already curled into a ball on the bed in agony, beads of sweat breaking out on the tip of her nose. Chu Hengyuan set the bowl down and turned her over; her skin had lost the healthy glow it had a moment ago and had turned deathly pale.
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