The scar faced man, Han Luo, scoffed at Anning's words before grabbing her by the arm and pushing her upright. The moment he let go of her, he took a step back as though the mere thought of being beside her made him feel uncomfortable. After all, a girl like Anning wasn't to be underestimated.
Anning stood still for barely a second before her knees buckled underneath her body. Something that now seemed like a habit.
Han Luo's expression didn't change as he moved forward and caught her by the shoulders before she could hit the ground. "Are you sure you're alright?"
Anning nodded weakly, though the spinning room made her feel a bit disoriented. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, her body felt sore and unbearably heavy.
Her neck was still throbbing and the bite on her hand stung... all in all, she was feeling like shit at that moment.
