This vortex thing was simply more violent than a washing machine!
Lu Yao felt her head spinning, her internal organs practically twisted into pretzels from the violent shaking.
She gripped Ma Lin's hand tightly. The touch was ice-cold, yet it brought her a great deal of comfort—at least it proved her poker-faced husband was still by her side, rather than being flung off to some godforsaken corner.
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