His stomach was bloated and aching, and he felt absolutely miserable.
His parents were so scared they had to take him to the town clinic to see a doctor in the middle of the night.
But the doctor just smiled and said it was nothing serious—just indigestion from overeating. He even prescribed a box of hawthorn pills.
They actually tasted pretty good. He could still recall the sweet aftertaste...
Sun Zhenhai lowered his head, his hands never ceasing their work of untying the small cloth bundle.
The fabric made a faint RUSTLING sound as it rubbed together.
The moment he finally opened the pouch and his eyes fell on its contents, he looked as if he'd been struck by lightning.
"This... How is this possible?"
he mumbled to himself, his voice hoarse and trembling slightly.
It was filled exclusively with a woman's intimate personal items.
There was also a handkerchief woven from blue and white thread.
He couldn't have been more familiar with that handkerchief.
