December 25, 2017
After the match, Wang Jiu left the medical room with his mount wrapped in bandages like a zongzi, under the doctor's eyes as if he were facing a ghost.
All the way, Shen Qingming said nothing, her aura like a vortex of negative energy, drawing everything around her into it. Passersby didn't even dare to greet her and hurried past. A few enthusiastic fans were about to congratulate her on winning the second round with a smile, but when they saw her face covered in plasters and bandages, they deflated like a punctured ball.
Walking beside Shen Qingming, Wang Jiu could tell that the young girl's mood wasn't as bad as it seemed, but it was definitely not good, as if a thin haze hung over her heart.
"I didn't expect the side effects of the battle to be such a burden on you. I thought you would be used to it after being bedridden for so many years."
