4 a.m.
Yang Ni was jolted awake by a violent bout of coughing.
"Yuwei, Yuwei, are you okay?" She suddenly felt her own throat burning uncomfortably.
Hearing no response from Ye Yuwei, a sense of alarm struck her, and she hurriedly got up to turn on the light.
"Yuwei, Yuwei…"
Yang Ni saw Ye Yuwei's face, red like a scorching iron, beads of sweat densely plastered across her skin. Her lips were cracked and dry.
At that moment, unsettling breathing noises came from Meng Meixuan and Qiang Yueting's direction as well.
Yang Ni herself felt dizzy and unsteady, her chest burning as if a fire had been kindled there.
"Are we… are we contracting some kind of contagious disease?"
Yang Ni stumbled toward the door, barely managing to open it.
"Someone come! Someone's sick, sick…"
After saying this, she could no longer hold on and collapsed in the hallway.
Luckily, the hallway was monitored by cameras.
