Yang Peijun saw her in this condition and began rummaging through his luggage, pulling out a porcelain water jar for her. "Here, use this instead of spitting on the floor." It was actually Yang PeiMin who, after much deliberation, decided to bring the cup. After all, she wasn't accustomed to drinking from a cup others had used, and since she had already mailed the heavy dried fruits, she was now only carrying her clothing with her on the road and could still manage.
Yang PeiMin looked at him admiringly. It was thoughtful of him to come up with that idea, but it was also nauseating. She quickly waved her hands, asking him to put it back.
Yang Peijun hesitated for a moment, looking at her once or twice without putting the jar down. "Never mind, I'll hold on to it for you, in case you need it in a hurry."
