Gu Moyang couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Nan, why does your voice sound a bit strange?"
Jiang Xiaonan didn't dare breathe too loudly, sniffling slightly, "Nothing, just a bit of a cold, I took a few days off."
So, don't ask me about Lin Qian anymore, I don't know!
"Oh, Xiao Nan, then you rest well."
Jiang Xiaonan hung up the phone, her mind feeling somewhat dizzy. She covered herself with a blanket, but still felt very cold.
Her legs were in great pain, too, and her whole body felt uncomfortable.
She really didn't want to see Lin Qian and Gu Moyang anymore. Now, just hearing Gu Moyang's voice made her feel afraid.
She was truly scared. Perhaps this was the horror of a death-dealing and heart-wrenching situation.
Jiang Xiaonan curled up tightly, wishing she could be a snail.
Most preferably one that could retract into itself, with a thick outer shell for protection.
That way, maybe she wouldn't feel so much pain, and she could protect herself well.
