She let out a long sigh, but made a chilling discovery.
Her heart tightened, and she anxiously ran her fingers through her hair, then dashed into the bathroom like a madwoman. After locking the bathroom door, she leaned over the sink, forcing herself to vomit all the chicken soup she had in her stomach.
But probably because she was too hungry just now, she tried several times and couldn't spit anything out.
Summer Shawcross bit her lip, her face already pale beyond belief. After hesitating for a moment, she walked to the bathtub, turned on the tap, adjusted the water to its lowest temperature, and then stripped off her clothes, immersing herself entirely in the ice-cold water.
In the early summer, the temperature at night was still somewhat low, and the cold water was bone-chilling.
Summer shivered, instinctively wrapping her arms around her chest.
But to her relief, after all this, her body quickly cooled down.
She sighed, finally slightly relieved.
