She was clawing at her throat, throwing up with hemispherical heaves. The severe retching made her very uncomfortable, leading her to burst into tears.
After a long while of continuous retching, she finally vomited out all the alcohol from her stomach.
Following the violent vomits, she felt completely worn out and weak.
Ye Lu was crouching in front of the sink, looking at her distressed face in the mirror, teary-eyed and makeup smudged from the strain of throwing up. Seeing her pallid face, all the strength she had been supporting herself with for the night suddenly disappeared.
She slid helplessly down the wall and broke down in a fit of weeping on the floor.
She hugged her knees, not knowing why she was crying, just feeling incredibly sad at that moment.
