After a shrill scream, Tan Weiwei's foot twisted, and she flung herself toward Lu Nancheng.
But in the next second.
"Ah!"
A more piercing, higher-pitched scream erupted.
Tan Weiwei felt a burning pain on the back of her left hand, so intense that, without thinking, she shook it, twisting her eight-centimeter high heel in the process and then, astonishingly, toppling backward.
"Be careful," Lu Nancheng shouted.
But it was too late, and with a "thud," Tan Weiwei slammed hard onto the cement floor, buttocks first, feeling an excruciating pain in her tailbone. Sprawled in an ungainly pose, she was in so much pain that she turned pale, sweat beaded on her forehead, and she couldn't move for a long time.
Finally regaining her senses, she quickly looked at her hand.
As expected, there was a very noticeable burn mark on the back of her left hand.
Because her skin was pale, the injury looked especially startling.
"Are you okay?" Lu Nancheng's voice rang out again.
