The shoe in An Ziqi's hand fell to the ground, the pain leaving her with no spare strength at all.
Her legs could no longer support her, and she collapsed directly to the ground.
Her knee slammed heavily onto the cold marble floor, hurting deeply.
But this pain seemed insignificant compared to the tumultuous pain inside her body.
An Ziqi knew this must be caused by the Poisonous Insect Technique.
These past days, Xiao Moli had kept her here, perhaps not without reason.
But since he didn't say anything, she didn't ask; she was willing to trust him wholeheartedly.
Her teeth bit tightly on her lip, enduring the pain, making no sound.
She wanted to get up, to hide in the room alone, at least return to the sofa, so she wouldn't look so disheveled.
Otherwise, if Xiao Moli saw her like this, he would surely feel heartbroken and blame himself.
But, An Ziqi was terrified to find her body seemed to be losing control.
