Mo Roulan was in so much pain that she felt as if her head was splitting apart. The memories of just before she collapsed on the floor played in her mind.
"Chenchen"
She shouted her younger brother's name as she suddenly sat up on the bed.
Looking around herself, she found that she was in her bedroom. The panic and fear fastened her heartbeat.
She looked at her clothes that were intact and breathed a sigh of relief.
After that, she got down from the bed but as soon as her legs touched the floor, a wave of dizziness hit her.
Mo Roulan felt everything blurry in front of herself. When she thought that she would fall down on the floor, her shoulders were held by someone.
"Are you alright?"
A familiar voice with a reprimanding tone that contained traces of panic fell in her ears. But who was it? She could not answer this question.
