Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ning was a third-year university student studying at A-university of Art and Design who specialized in drawing and painting, which concurred with the school being committed to inspiring creative professions. Even though it was her third year, there were still tons of courses to be attended.
In the early morning around nine o’clock, she was supposed to be sitting in class.
However, her face was pale white and she was lying on bed, feeling barely alive. Her eyes were blank and she looked like she could be dying anytime.
Suddenly, the knocking sound on the door broke the silence, Ning’s wandering soul came back to its physical body.
Ning frowned; she did not get up immediately to open the door. The knocking went away after a while.
When Ning thought that whoever was outside the door had left, the knocking started again.
Ning’s expression darkened. She pressed on her painful stomach and got up, stepping out angrily.
The moment she opened the hostel’s door, there was a delivery man standing there asking naively. “Are you Miss Xia Ningxi? Your express food delivery is here.”
“I didn’t order any food delivery…” Ning stopped in her tracks after recalling that she had won a food delivery from the livestream’s lucky draw she was watching ten minutes ago.
Ning took the food in, hardly able to wait to open the package. It was the sweet soup that she saw earlier.
The moment the insulation box was opened, the sweet smell spread out into the air and made her feel refreshed.
She was not sure if it was just her mind, or the smell itself, but she felt like the pain in her stomach was significantly relieved already.
She remembered what the host had told them during the livestream. Ning hesitated for a moment and went to the other side of the hostel. She patted the little lump on the bed.
“Anan, Anan, wake up, wake up.”
The bump on the bed moved a little, and a weak voice came complaining. “Yes? I was almost falling asleep, then you had to go and pat me…”
“Look at this.”
Anan got out of her bed, looked at the box that Ning gave her, and frowned. “What’s this? Soup? It smells good, but I don’t drink sweet soup. I have no appetite either.”
“I won this from a livestream host who was doing a lucky draw giveaway. It’s called Chinese motherwort and egg soup, and it was meant to cure menstrual pain. Should we…give it a try?”
“Host? Lucky draw? Aren’t you afraid that you might be rushed to a hospital after eating this unverified product?”
Ning hesitated; period pain was not considered a disease, but it hurt a lot.
“Then let me try first. If it’s safe, you can drink it too. If anything happens to me, you’re here to call the ambulance.”
Anan creased her eyebrows, took Ning’s hand, and said weakly, “Don’t, let me do it. I’m not sure if I have the energy to call the ambulance if something bad happens to you.”
With that, not caring how Ning was going to react, Anan scooped a spoon of the soup and drank it.
Ning was too late to stop her and she cried out, “Anan, are…are you ok?”
Anan smacked her lips and replied, “It’s good.”
Ning, “…”
“I’m not sure if it’s just an illusion, but my stomach feels all warm and snug after drinking it.”
“… Seriously?” Ning was skeptical.
The next second, her roommate was chugging the soup, drinking straight from the insulation box. She could not afford to think for one more second.
“Hey, save some for me. You pig, let go of my soup!”
