Wang Xueya stared blankly, her face paled, "Then it's not him—"
The last two words carried a heavy nasal sound, and her body, dressed in a hospital gown, wilted visibly like a flower ravaged by a storm before she curled up on the hospital bed, falling silent.
"About what happened to you..." Chi Yue began, then rephrased, "To what extent did it go?"
Wang Xueya bit her lower lip shyly, "It didn't go all the way, but for the rest... I don't know."
Chi Yue asked, puzzled, "Weren't you unconscious? When you were unconscious, how much could you remember? How can you be sure that something happened during that time?"
Wang Xueya pursed her lips, "They seemed to have given me some kind of drug. I was groggy, slightly conscious."
Chi Yue was taken aback, "You were conscious?"
"Yes, it was as if I... was dreaming alone. I thought it was him, but when I woke up, I couldn't remember, and I didn't know if it really was him or not."
Chi Yue gasped, "But why would those people drug you?"