When Tang Yu returned to the classroom, he saw that Xia Shihan was pale, and his sensitive nose smelled a strange smell. Tang Yu seems to have guessed what, a perspective, and indeed saw the Xia Poetry Festival. But it must have been a rainy day to see that she had brought it with her.

"Are you okay?" Tang Yu looked at Xia Shihan and asked. Of course, he can't say that, otherwise he doesn't know how shy Xia Shihan is.

"I... What's wrong with me? Of course not. Xia Shihan muttered her delicate lips and pretended to be strong. But she has the habit of occasional dysmenorrhea, and now...