Shu Qianqian swayed as she stepped into the cabin, shaking like a leaf. The girl's rosy face had lost its usual cheer, and her large almond eyes were devoid of spirit.
"Sister Meirong, we need to talk." She spoke in a monotone voice.
Li Meirong was taken aback by the abrupt changes she saw in her friend. Earlier on, Shu Qianqian barged into the room with the same old haughty attitude she had always displayed. Afterwards, her enraged expression transformed into one of shock, that much made sense.
Now, she seemed to be terror-stricken.
It hadn't even been five minutes since the girl had been waiting outside. What changed?
Li Meirong expected to be directly barraged with probing questions, but Shu Qianqian remained unusually silent.
"Sister Qianqian, are you alright? What happened to you?" Li Meirong inquired.
"I'm fine. Nothing happened." Shu Qianqian kept her answer brief.
