Early the next morning, Yun Jiao's waist and back ached as she stared at the ceiling for a while, then opened her mouth to speak: "… Xue Ya… my throat…"
Yun Jiao's voice was slightly hoarse. Xue Ya, who rushed in upon hearing the news, helped her sit up while feeding her lukewarm water. After soothing her parched throat, she finally caught her breath and fell into deep thought—
Did she get hit by a truck yesterday?
Beauty is truly a hindrance!
