She propped herself up on her hands. Her knees were spared from further bruising, but the raw skin on the heels of her palms, not yet fully healed, was now scraped against the ground; the stinging itch made Ruhuahua let out a soft groan.
As if it weren’t bad enough already, why did she always have to make a fool of herself in front of Zhongli Ting?
Ruhuahua kept her head buried as she scrambled up, then sat on the ground, hugging her knees, unwilling to move.
Chapter 25