Fortunately,
Shen Feichi's introduction of his work had finally ended.
Although Su Yin still couldn't stand properly, at least the spotlight was no longer on her.
And, in order to highlight the designer's works, other than the pieces being introduced, everything else remained shrouded in darkness.
Su Yin could take advantage of the dim lighting to cover her mouth and ease her nausea with dry heaves.
"What do you mean by that, Su Yin?" Shen Feichi, standing right beside Su Yin, could naturally see all her movements and expressions clearly.
Su Yin didn't answer.
She was now struggling to alleviate the discomfort in her stomach.
She feared that a slight loss of control would lead to her actually vomiting.
She didn't even dare to think about the word "vomit" now.
She also didn't dare to speak.
Just enduring and trying to control it continually.
Hoping she could feel a bit more comfortable.
