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Ji Anning returned to her room, where she dry heaved over the toilet but didn't throw up anything else.
Standing in front of the wash basin, she splashed her face with cold water, her hands pressing on the edge of the sink, her worried eyes staring at her drenched face in the mirror.
That nauseating feeling was so familiar, so similar to the last time.
As Ji Anning was thinking, a familiar male voice suddenly came from the bathroom doorway, "How long has it been since your last period?"
Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively turned to look.
Stunned, she suppressed the panic in her heart and replied with a cold laugh, "Don't worry, uncle, it's not what you think. My periods are very regular."
"You have a thirty-five day cycle, and according to the timing of your last one, you're overdue," Ji Chicheng said as he walked toward Ji Anning. "You haven't gotten it, let's go to the hospital."
