The bathroom and bedroom were a suite, very close to each other. Aunt Lan brought her the sanitary napkins left over from yesterday and waited outside the door, calling out to her, "Miss Jiang, the towels and toothbrushes on the sink are new. Please use them first, and call me if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Lan."

After cleaning herself up, Jiang Shuya saw Aunt Lan and understood that Aunt Lan must have changed her sanitary napkin yesterday. She felt much more at ease. She remembered that the last person she saw was Lin Moxiao, and after that she couldn't remember anything else.

She wasn't feeling well yesterday, and she's not much better today. She feels weak and powerless all over, and another wave of abdominal pain hits her. She grits her teeth and opens the door with a pained expression. Aunt Lan sees this and quickly comes over to help her up to bed. A moment later, Aunt Lan brings her a heat pack and hands it to her: "I've charged this up. Put it on your lower abdomen, and it will help relieve your pain."

Jiang Shuya took the hand warmer and placed it on her flat stomach. It was indeed much more comfortable, and a warm feeling immediately soothed her whole body. Aunt Lan brought her a Five-Red Soup, which contained red dates, peanuts, goji berries, longan, and red beans, with a little brown sugar added. The soup had the aroma of beans and fruits, and tasted very sweet. After drinking a bowl of the soup, she still felt a little unsatisfied.

"Would you like another bowl?"

Aunt Lan looked at the bowl in her hand and realized that she hadn't filled it enough; she had only filled it halfway.

Jiang Shuya shook her head, her headache starting again. She felt she couldn't go to the mall to ship the goods as scheduled today. She fumbled for her phone, opened it, and saw a series of item numbers, addresses, and requests for expedited shipping from her sister. Her head throbbed even more; her body just wasn't cooperating!

She sent her sister a message: "I'm not feeling well today, I have a fever, so I really can't go."

A moment later, Jiang Shuting called, asking about the situation, the delivery time, the floor where the goods were picked up, and the delivery location. Jiang Shuya answered all the questions. The difficult conversation exhausted her. As she put down her phone, she muttered to herself, "I can only trouble my sister to do it for me this once."

The bedroom had large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sky outside was a hazy gray. The snow had lessened, and she suddenly felt that the atmosphere was exceptionally comfortable and peaceful. Suddenly, the door opened again, and Aunt Lan came in with a cup of hot water: "Miss Jiang, please drink some medicine! Mr. Lin said that this medicine is quite effective in reducing fever."

Of course, she wanted to get her fever down as soon as possible. She picked up the water glass and drank it down in a few gulps, not caring whether it was hot or not. She didn't feel any bitterness at all. No matter how comfortable this place was, it wasn't her home. She wanted to get better as soon as possible and go back to where she belonged.

Aunt Lan left with a smile, taking her water glass. She even asked her what she wanted to eat, saying she would make it for her. She shook her head, indicating that she didn't want to eat anything.

After taking the medicine, she felt sleepy again, but a wave of pain brought her back to her senses, as if she had returned to the days before. This time, the amount was significantly more, as if all the pent-up emotions of the past year were flowing out, shrinking under the covers, waiting for every single second.

In the study next door, Lin Moxiao pointed to several gift bags on the sofa: "Aunt Lan, just do as I say. Thank you for your help these next two days."

Aunt Lan smiled gently. "Mr. Lin, I asked her what she wanted to eat earlier, but she said she didn't want to eat anything. She took some fever reducer and is probably asleep now, but I doubt she's sleeping well. I've been through this before, and I know her periods are quite sensitive and painful, but she'll be fine after these next couple of days."

"Is there anything that can alleviate this? Should we see a doctor?" Lin Moxiao asked.

Aunt Lan shook her head: "This is something you're born with. Depending on each person's constitution, the doctor can only prescribe a formula to replenish qi and blood and regulate the body. It can't really alleviate the symptoms."

"Okay, I understand. Go see if she needs anything else and try your best to help her." After saying that, Lin Moxiao went to her desk and started reading.

In the afternoon, Aunt Lan brought Jiang Shuya some Five-Red Soup again and asked if she wanted to eat anything else. She shook her head again, drank the soup, and went to the bathroom. After she came out, she asked Aunt Lan, "Aunt Lan, where are my clothes from yesterday?"

"Oh! Wait here, I'll go get them for you." Aunt Lan went out and returned shortly with the clothes she had taken off yesterday, neatly folded and placed in front of her. She said somewhat awkwardly, "Miss Jiang, I'm so sorry, your down jacket got dirty in the back yesterday, and I washed it for you, but I accidentally ruined it. The down feathers inside are rotting, and the hole on the outside is a bit too big, so you probably can't wear it anymore. And these underwear, I was too rough, and the threads got loose. I'll buy you a new set!"

Jiang Shuya hurriedly said, "Aunt Lan, no need, it's alright. I don't mind. I haven't thanked you yet for helping me change and clean my clothes yesterday, and for washing them. I really don't know how to thank you."

Aunt Lan said, "Miss Jiang, you're too kind. Mr. Lin said he's your senior, so it's only right that he helps you. There's no need to be so polite. Also, these clothes belong to my daughter. She doesn't like this color, so I brought them for you to wear. Please don't object!"

Aunt Lan took out a rather thick apricot-white down jacket and a pack of underwear from the bag. "These clothes have been sitting there for a long time. It's a shame not to wear them. I see you're quite slim, so the size should fit you. Take these and wear them!"

Jiang Shuya looked at the clothes and could tell they were brand new and had never been worn. "Aunt Lan, I really don't need them. Please give them to someone else! These clothes are really nice, I already have clothes to wear."

Aunt Lan became anxious when she heard her say that: "Miss Jiang, my daughter really can't wear this dress. She's much fatter than you. You should keep it!"

Without giving her a chance to refute, she pushed open the door and walked out.

Jiang Shuya stared blankly at the brand-new clothes. When she saw her own red down jacket, she couldn't help but sigh. This jacket had indeed been with her for several years. She wondered how Aunt Lan could have washed it so roughly. She glanced at the opening of the jacket and saw that there was indeed a small hole where the down had come out, and the seam on the side was indeed torn. It could be repaired by a tailor, but after washing it for several years, the down jacket was indeed no longer warm.

But she absolutely couldn't accept it. The clothes looked expensive. Although the price was hidden, she wasn't an outsider. She was a clothing reseller. This brand was a high-end brand, mostly producing silk and fur clothing. Judging from the label, it was made in Italy, with goose down and 90% fill power. The price was no less than four thousand yuan. She really couldn't afford it. If she really wanted it, she would buy it herself.

Taking advantage of a brief respite from the contractions, she folded the clothes Aunt Lan had brought and put them back into the shopping bag.