"Why am I suddenly feeling dizzy?"
Lu Miaochan wondered in her heart. She had just had some orange juice and hadn't drunk any alcohol—why would she suddenly be overcome with dizziness?
It was too strange!
"Um? Miaochan, what's wrong with you? You look pale."
Beside her, Cheng Ying reached out to support Lu Miaochan, her face reflecting 'concern' as she asked.
"I... I feel a bit dizzy."
Lu Miaochan leaned on the table, her voice weak and breathless.
"Dizzy? Should I take you to rest?" Cheng Ying's eyes flashed, and she quickly suggested.
At that moment, Han'er also came over, pretending to be kind, "Miaochan, I have a resting room over there. If you're feeling dizzy, I'll take you to rest."
"No need... I'll be fine in a moment, there's no need to trouble you..."
Lu Miaochan shook her head, her voice tender and soft.
But after lying down, she felt her mind growing increasingly unclear, and even her consciousness began to blur.
