Shen Hua's complexion was deathly pale, her thoughts tumultuous, and a buzzing filled her ears.
Wei Yingying noticed the change in her demeanor and felt a sudden pang of concern, fearing that Shen Hua was feeling unwell again.
The girl's eyes seemed as if all their luster had been drained away, losing their former defiance and pride, as if bearing an agony she should not have to endure, on the verge of fainting the next instant.
It had been a long while since Shen Hua felt so utterly helpless, as if the sky were collapsing.
"You were fine just a moment ago, what's happened to you now?"
Wei Yingying, panic-stricken, said: "If you really pass away, who's going to help me deal with that bitch Wei Zhuzhu in the future!"
As she spoke, she reached out to check Shen Hua's breathing.
With a 'slap', her hand was fiercely swatted away by the girl.
