An Ziqi suddenly got up from the bed, without even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran to the bathroom, leaning on the edge of the sink.
And that strange feeling had now reached its peak.
A metallic sweetness surged in her throat, followed by a wave of nausea, and she directly vomited it out.
After vomiting several times, An Ziqi felt her legs weaken a bit as she supported herself against the edge of the sink.
She stared blankly at the glaring red in the sink, then after a moment of disbelief, reached out and lightly touched it.
The crimson liquid stained her fingertips, still carrying a residual warmth.
A drop of red slid down her finger, winding its way onto the back of her hand.
An Ziqi's hand trembled slightly, she raised her head to look into the mirror in front of her.
There was still a trace of red at the corner of her mouth.
Against her fair complexion, that vivid red looked even more shocking.
What happened?
