Chapter 14: Discomfort During Her Period

Yang Qingyan rushed home and quickly took a hot shower, hoping to dispel the lingering chill from her body. Just as she was about to rest for a while, she felt something off in her lower abdomen. Instinctively glancing down, she realized—her period had arrived. This was her first menstrual cycle since transmigrating, but fortunately, she had bought sanitary pads when she went shopping earlier.

She hurried to her room, grabbed a pad, and changed into it. After all that, just as she stepped out of the bathroom, a sharp pain suddenly tore through her lower abdomen. The intense cramping made her double over, clutching her stomach tightly as cold sweat instantly beaded on her forehead. Before she could recover, a wave of nausea surged up her throat, forcing her to turn around and rush back into the bathroom to vomit.

Meanwhile, Mu Nanhe had gone to the military unit to instruct the guards to investigate the incident. Taking advantage of his lunch break, he stopped by to check on her. The moment he stepped inside, he heard the sound of retching from the bathroom. His heart sank, and he rushed over in alarm.

“Qingyan, what’s wrong?” he asked anxiously.

Yang Qingyan was still dry-heaving and couldn’t respond.

When the vomiting finally subsided, Mu Nanhe saw how pale she was—her face as white as a sheet of paper. His heart clenched with distress. Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa. Yang Qingyan, caught off guard, instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Once she was settled on the couch, she took a deep breath and pressed two fingers against her own pulse. As she quietly assessed her condition, a thought flashed through her mind—oh no, this body has uterine cold syndrome. No wonder her period cramps are so unbearable.

Mu Nanhe, still watching her with deep concern, asked, “Feeling any better?”

“It’s nothing,” Yang Qingyan replied weakly. “It’s just my period. I must have gotten cold from being in the water earlier.”

Mu Nanhe’s brows furrowed tightly. “What can I do to help?”

“Can you make me some brown sugar water?” she asked softly.

Mu Nanhe immediately turned to leave, and as soon as he was gone, Yang Qingyan quickly shut her eyes. She discreetly activated the dormant power hidden within her body. Focusing her mind, she guided a faint trace of energy toward her abdomen. As the energy slowly flowed in, the excruciating pain gradually eased, replaced by a gentle warmth spreading through her lower belly.

Before long, Mu Nanhe returned, carrying a steaming bowl of brown sugar water with steady hands. Yang Qingyan quickly reached out to take it, blowing on it lightly before carefully sipping a small mouthful. The warm, sweet liquid slid down her throat, spreading a soothing heat through her body, as if wrapping her insides in a comforting embrace. With each sip, she could feel her strength slowly returning.

Mu Nanhe sat down beside her. He placed his large, warm hand gently on her stomach and began to massage it in slow, rhythmic circles. His movements were incredibly light, as if afraid of hurting her, yet his technique was just right—easing the pain while bringing an overwhelming sense of comfort and relaxation.

Under his gentle touch, Yang Qingyan felt her body turn soft and warm, and an irresistible drowsiness washed over her. Before she knew it, her eyelids drooped, her consciousness fading as she drifted into a deep slumber.

Mu Nanhe sat quietly, watching her peaceful sleeping face, his gaze filled with boundless tenderness. At that moment, an indescribable emotion stirred within him, growing stronger with every passing second.

Perhaps, from this very moment, a seed called “love” had silently taken root in his heart, beginning to sprout.

Finally, with careful, deliberate movements, Mu Nanhe pulled a blanket from the side and gently draped it over Yang Qingyan.

After Yang Qingyan fell asleep, Mu Nanhe got up quietly. He was worried that she hadn’t eaten yet and feared she would be hungry when she woke up. So, he hurried to the military cafeteria, carefully selecting a few dishes that Yang Qingyan usually liked to eat and packed them up. After returning home, he hastily ate a few bites himself before carefully keeping the rest of the food warm in the kitchen. He even left a note for Yang Qingyan, which read:

“Qingyan, the food is warm in the kitchen. Remember to eat when you wake up and get some good rest. I’ve gone back to the military base—call me if you need anything.”

After making all the arrangements, he finally left for the base with peace of mind.

Yang Qingyan slept particularly soundly this time. In her dream, she vaguely saw a girl who looked exactly like her. The girl was thin and frail, her face haggard—it was the original owner of this body. The girl stood quietly in front of her, her eyes carrying a sense of relief and peace. In a soft voice, she said, “From now on, live well in my place. Treat Mu Nanhe well. I don’t blame him.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl’s figure gradually faded away.

Yang Qingyan woke up with a start but felt an unexpected lightness in her body, as if the suppressed energy within her had suddenly dissipated. She understood in her heart—it seemed that the original owner had finally left this body completely.

Yang Qingyan let out a deep sigh and murmured softly into the empty room, “Don’t worry, I’ll live well for you.”

Outside the window, the sun was still shining brightly. Yang Qingyan got up and saw the note Mu Nanhe had left behind, a warmth surging through her heart. She walked into the kitchen, where the food in the pot was still steaming hot. After finishing her meal, she used her ability again, and the pain from her period had completely disappeared. However, her body’s cold womb condition would still take some time to recover.

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By evening, after a full day of training, Mu Nanhe dragged his slightly exhausted body back home. As soon as he stepped through the door, the aroma of food filled the air. He took a deep breath, and the weariness of the day seemed to fade away a little.

Hearing the door open, Yang Qingyan peeked out from the kitchen, her face glowing with a bright smile. “You’re back. Wash your hands and come eat.”

Mu Nanhe walked toward her while asking with concern, “Are you still feeling unwell? You could have waited for me to come home and cook.”

Yang Qingyan shook her head lightly and replied with a smile, “I know medicine myself. I did some acupuncture, and I’m fine now. Let’s eat.”

The two sat down together at the dining table. The food was steaming hot, filling the air with a tempting fragrance. Mu Nanhe picked up his bowl and chopsticks, just about to start eating, but hesitated.

Yang Qingyan was quick to notice. She set down her chopsticks and asked, “Do you want to say something?”

Mu Nanhe hesitated for a moment before finally voicing the question that had been on his mind for a long time. “Who taught you medicine?”

Yang Qingyan had already prepared an answer. Without flinching, she said, “Back when I had no food to eat at home, I went into the mountains to look for wild fruits. There, I ran into an old Chinese doctor who had been sent to the countryside for labor reform. He had fallen on the mountain, and I saved him. Later, he secretly taught me Chinese medicine and even gave me a set of silver needles.”

Her words were half true and half false—the original owner of the body had indeed learned some medicine, but only at a superficial level.

Mu Nanhe nodded slightly. When he heard her mention not having food to eat, a wave of guilt surged in his heart again. Though he still had some doubts, seeing that Yang Qingyan didn’t want to elaborate, he didn’t press further and only murmured, “So that’s how it was.”