Fu Wan had vomited out all the bile, her entire body had become drained, her face pale, and her lips devoid of any color.
She seemed as if she had suffered a severe illness, and at that moment, all her vigor and vitality were drained from her.
Her confidant, supporting her, glared at Qiao Zhiyun with some resentment.
Seeing Fu Wan in this state, Qiao Zhiyun felt his guilt intensifying by the moment.
"Are you... okay?" Qiao Zhiyun walked over and asked her.
Fu Wan looked at him weakly, "I am not okay."
Qiao Zhiyun: "..."
Fu Wan had no energy left, and her stomach felt terribly uncomfortable.
Grasping her confidant's hand, she said, "Let's go."
Her confidant, knowing she was feeling awful, helped her into the car.