On the other end, Jerome spoke casually, "I can't come back right now. You've made it through so many times before, one more won't make a difference. Be good and hang in there."
I knew Jerome was doing this on purpose. He hated that I had given in to jealousy and liked Jessica's social media post, making her upset.
But Jerome still came to see me. When he found that aside from being a bit pale, I had no other alarming symptoms, he grew irritated, "You're fine! Why act all pitiful? You're so lame. Tania, if you keep this up, it'll get old really fast." He tossed a bag at the foot of my bed and left.
When I woke up, I was surprised to find a bowl of millet porridge and some spicy pickles.
Even though I didn't like millet porridge and couldn't eat spicy food, the fact that Jerome had bought them for me made them seem delicious. The spiciness brought tears to my eyes, yet I still felt content.
Halfway through eating, Jessica appeared at the door with a smile, holding a white ceramic bowl that looked exquisite. Her complexion was glowing, far from resembling someone who was sick.