Yan Rouxi collapsed back onto the couch, drenched in sweat, her limbs too heavy to move. Her chest heaved with every breath, strands of damp hair clinging to her face. Rong Xi was in a similar condition. She trembled beside her, her eyes hollow and lifeless, her face as pale as a ghost as she slumped weakly against the cushions.
Xia Yuqing stared at them, her brows frowning.
Without a word, she poured two glasses of water and held them out. Both women took the glasses with shaking hands and downed them like they hadn't had a drop in days.
"Damn…" Yan Rouxi muttered, her voice hoarse. "That felt… like it drained my entire soul…"
Xia Yuqing leaned closer, her expression tense. "Are you okay?"
Yan Rouxi nodded weakly and set the glass down on the low table. "Yeah… I think so."
"What did you see?" Xia Yuqing asked, her voice low, almost expectant.
"An asshole," Yan Rouxi muttered under her breath, eyes narrowed.
Xia Yuqing blinked, her head tilting slightly. "What?"
