C41 She is playing games with me.

Lina Zin rushed into Ziyan Qing’s room, heels clicking against the marble floor. Her breath caught when she saw Anya lying motionless on the enormous bed, her face pale and lips still tinged with red. Lina hurried to her side, sat down, and gently held her wrist to check her pulse. The faint rhythm was steady—but weak.

She looked up at Ziyan Qing, her eyes wide in disbelief