"Are you crying over this? Didn't I say I would handle it? You don't look well, don't stand here anymore, lay on the bed for a while. Don't worry about this, it will be okay in a few days."
With his arm around Ling Fei's shoulder, Song Tianmo led her to the bed.
Ling Fei really was tired.
She lay down willingly.
Song Tianmo kindly tucked her in, then went to the bathroom for a towel, brought it over for Ling Fei to clean her face.
Ling Fei felt uncomfortable in her stomach.
After wiping her face, she closed her eyes wearily, buried her head in the pillow, her face was pale, eyes swollen, looking extremely fragile.
Song Tianmo put the towel away, came over to the bed again and gently touched Ling Fei's face.
"You hardly ate lunch, so you must be hungry in the afternoon. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll ask Aunt Li to cook at home."
Ling Fei had no appetite for anything, she was too uncomfortable to eat anything.
"No, I don't want to eat."