Dong Xin Yan originally had a psychological trauma about this kind of thing, and after these few days, every time she was in the same room with Gu Ningyi at night, she couldn't help but tremble, feel palpitations, and have cold sweats on her palms.
So when Wenwen called Dong Xin Yan after nine at night and heard her weak voice over the phone, she paused, then widened her eyes and stammered, "Si...Sister Xin, your voice sounds like this? Could it be...your illness hasn't improved?"
After being tormented day and night by Gu Ningyi these days, the energy Dong Xin Yan had previously regained swiftly drained away again, and she had remained pale, naturally speaking with a weak voice.
"No, my illness is fine, it's just…."
Dong Xin Yan spoke, her voice suddenly stopping. That kind of thing was truly hard to talk about; her lips moved, and she directly changed the subject, "Wenwen, you called me at this time, what's up?"
