Guiying was badly shaking in one of the bathroom stalls. She drew in a sharp breath, her body convulsing and her forehead breaking into sweat. Her lips were quivering as she was mumbling something to herself. Tears streamed out of her eyes despite her resistance. Her fingers were drenched with the wetness by continuously wiping her cheeks, but more tears came to replace them.
She once again touched her throat, scratching her fair skin slightly with her nails. It started to turn reddish the more repeatedly she kept scratching. She took several deep breaths to calm down.
Guiying then heard some voices of a few women who just stepped in.
"Tonight's Summit is so crazy! I really thought nobody would be able to match CherryBlossom. But I must say that MissImperfectlyFine is giving her a tough competition."
A second woman said, who was also a writer from a small publishing company, "Yeah! Her story had just a different feel!"
