Ali's beautiful, almond-shaped green eyes were filled with determination.
Everyone's gaze shifted to the figure standing at the door. It was none other than the White Tiger King, Klein, who had come to "watch the show" again.
Ali closed her eyes, snatched the Stone Bowl from Ophelia's hands, and downed the contents in one gulp. It was her first time tasting such a bitter broth. She regretted it the moment she took the first swallow, but remembering her own bold words, she forced herself to brace through and finish it.
After finishing, she couldn't suppress the urge to vomit.
RETCH!
Ophelia hurriedly cut a small piece of sugarcane and fed it into Ali's mouth. Soothed by the sweet sugarcane juice, Ali finally managed to recover a little.
Still worried, Ophelia came to check on Ali's condition in the middle of the night. Ali was sleeping soundly in her grass nest. Ophelia reached out to touch her forehead; the smooth skin was covered in beads of sweat.
