A wave of guilt filled the chambers of my heart in an instant.
My fingers reflexively tightened, as if I were itching to slap myself.
I intended to soothe her, so why did I speak those insincere words, wound Chenxing and hurt myself!
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Heave!
Heave!
Heave!
Chenxing was leaning over the wash basin, retching repeatedly. All she expelled was a light acidic fluid, nothing more.
An unpleasant sour smell invaded her nostrils. Chenxing quickly turned on the faucet to wash away the odor permeating the room.
Then she leaned against the basin, looking at her reflection in the mirror, scrutinizing it closely.
The woman who had just awakened, her eyes filled with a few streaks of red veins.
Chenxing washed her face, drying her mouth with a towel, as she slightly furrowed her brows: Did I eat something bad?
But no, I hadn't eaten anything. Could I be getting cold?