Ye Wanwan looked up at Song Ziyi, her expression somewhat absentminded, as if she were tired. It took her several seconds before continuing, "I feel stuffy, and I’m feeling a bit dizzy."
"Could it be that you’ve caught a cold?" Song Ziyi was slightly worried. It had been quite cold in Beijing recently, and it was easy to catch a cold if one was not careful.
Ye Wanwan shook her head, "I don’t have a fever, though."
She had been feeling unwell for a few days now. At first, she thought it was because she had dressed too lightly when picking up Zhouzhou, and maybe caught a cold because of that.
But so many days had passed, and she hadn’t developed a fever. It couldn’t still be due to the chill she caught days ago, leaving her unwell up until now, could it?
In fact, she didn’t feel any obvious discomfort physically, only a continual haziness in her mind and a feeling of stuffiness. Other than that, she didn’t feel anything else was amiss.
"It’s getting late, shall we call it a day?" Lu Ning was also a bit irritable, vexed by the matchmaking ordeal.
Song Ziyi and Zhang Xinyue had no objections. After all, they had finished their meal and had already rested there for a while, and Ye Wanwan was also with Zhouzhou.
Although Zhouzhou was very well-behaved, not causing any trouble at all, sitting quietly to one side playing with his Rubik’s cube, it was about time for him to go back and rest.
The group left the restaurant, and there was a convenience store directly opposite. Zhang Xinyue said, "You all go ahead, I’m going to buy something across the street."
"What are you buying?" Song Ziyi asked casually.
"It’s just that women’s stuff." Zhang Xinyue said with an air of helplessness.
Song Ziyi understood immediately, "Okay then, we’ll head off first."
But Ye Wanwan was frozen in place.
After walking a few steps, Song Ziyi turned her head, realizing no one was beside her, and looked back to see Ye Wanwan still standing there, dazed, "Wanwan, what are you doing?"
Hearing the voice, Ye Wanwan snapped back to reality. She looked at Song Ziyi in front of her, feeling her heart racing so fast it seemed as if it might leap out of her chest.
Song Ziyi, seeing Ye Wanwan’s demeanor seemed a bit off, walked over with concern, "What’s wrong?"
"No, it’s nothing." Ye Wanwan shook her head.
Song Ziyi was still frowning, "What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell? Should we go see a doctor?"
"No, it’s just that something suddenly came to mind," Ye Wanwan said with a smile, unaware that her smile at that moment was very forced.
Song Ziyi wanted to say more, but Ye Wanwan continued, "Let’s go, I see Ji Yunting’s car from your family."
Ye Wanwan, holding Zhouzhou’s hand, walked on ahead. Soon they were at the curbside, Uncle Zhang had already brought the car around, and Ji Yunting’s car was just a bit behind, so Ye Wanwan got in the car first.
"Alright, we’re heading off," Ye Wanwan said as she closed the car door, speaking to Song Ziyi, and then she had Zhouzhou say goodbye too.
Song Ziyi’s brows knitted slightly, "The weather’s been cold these past few days, and it’s easy to catch a cold. If you’re not feeling well, don’t tough it out."
Ever since Ye Wanwan had mysteriously fallen into a coma before, her family and friends had been extra attentive to her health.
"Okay, I know, we’re leaving now," Ye Wanwan waved her hand and closed the car window.
In the car, Zhouzhou turned his head to look at his mother, asking in a gentle voice, "Mommy, are you feeling unwell?"
Ye Wanwan looked at Zhouzhou and shook her head, "No, Mommy isn’t feeling unwell."