Eli Shart looked into Jiang Shuya's pleading eyes, filled with a pitiful sparkling that made him reluctant to press her further. He sighed and gently set her down.
"Thank you." Jiang Shuya regained her footing and tidied her crumpled clothes slightly.
"Shuya, sometimes you really don't have to be so stubborn. Your body is your own; if you don't take good care of it, who else will cherish it?" Eli Shart reminded her earnestly.
Jiang Shuya lowered her gaze slightly, not daring to meet his eyes directly: "I know, it's just that I'm not actually sick. I just need quiet, some time to lie down alone will be fine."
Indeed, she wasn't sick, but it was an unexpected event.
"Eli, can you please take us back?" Jiang Shuya didn't want to stay here any longer; she wanted to flee like an ostrich, even if it was just temporary.
Her mind was so disordered right now, and it felt blank inside her head, the unforeseen incident caught her off guard.
