There was a swing on the balcony. Qin Zhi'ai let her guard down and stopped pretending she was okay as she walked closer to the swing. She fell hard into the seat.
She grabbed the chains hard and rested her head on the arm. She started to tremble.
Her breathing became heavier because of the pain. She even moaned at the end as she felt her stomach turning, making her want to throw up.
She hadn't take any painkillers and had drank some cold wine with Gu Yusheng, which made her hurt more for a while before she felt a little better.
Her clothes were wet from her cold sweat. The pain was so bad that it felt like she had just escaped death. She weakly tucked herself into the swing with her eyes closed. She breathed slowly.
There was an unexpected guest after a short while of peace.
Not just one, but a few guests.
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