Xia Weiwei lowered her phone.
She would conduct one more test before telling Mo Shian.
That was what she told herself.
However, before she could decide what kind of test would be safe, another wave of heat spread through her body.
It began in the finger that had been cut.
The warmth moved up her hand, travelled along her arm, and gathered inside her chest.
Weiwei placed her palm against her heart.
It was beating faster than normal.
The studio suddenly felt suffocating.
She hurried to switch off the cutting equipment and reached for the stone, intending to lock it inside the security case.
The moment her fingers touched it, the heat inside her chest exploded.
"Ah!"
The stone fell from her hand and struck the padded surface of the worktable.
Weiwei staggered backward.
Her vision became blurry, and the room seemed to tilt beneath her feet.
She grabbed the edge of the table, but her arms had already lost their strength.
Her knees struck the floor.
"Shian…"
