Ruan Jiaojiao collapsed into a kneeling position on the floor, her hair matted with sweat against a feverish forehead. Stubbornly, she dipped the spoon into the bowl again.
The broth spilled over her collar, mixing with the acrid stench of vomit, but she seemed not to notice. A broken, whimpering sob escaped her throat: "I’m sorry..."
As she tried to force down another mouthful, Pei Huaiyu finally snatched the bowl from her and smashed it against the brick floor.
Chapter 154