Jiang Yue whipped around.
Her stomach twisted the moment she saw it—the folds of Jiang Xiu's dress pooled beneath the stall door.
No movement.
Jiang Yue's blood ran cold.
She stormed forward, grabbing the handle.
Locked.
Her knuckles turned white as she knocked, forcing her voice to stay steady. "Xiao Xiu! Are you awake? Can you hear me?"
A long silence stretched.
Then—
"S-Sister…?"
Jiang Yue exhaled sharply, pressing closer to the door. "Xiao Xiu, can you understand me?"
A few seconds passed.
Then, in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, Jiang Xiu whispered, "Not feeling well…"
Jiang Yue's chest tightened.
"I understand," she said, gentler now. "But I need you to open the door."
She can't kick the door open with Jiang Xiu on the other side of it.
"I… can't move," Jiang Xiu murmured, her breath hitching. "I— I can't feel my body…"
Her voice was trembling. Almost crying.
Jiang Yue stiffened.
That wasn't the effect of a hallucinogen.
