C398 Escape from Guilt

Xinwan held the phone tightly in her hand, but her entire body was ice-cold. The dull feeling on her chest was like a ferocious tide … Water continued to gush towards her. Her throat was a little sore, and the taste in her throat was bitter.

What was this?

Tong Xinwan, what are you feeling uncomfortable about? What's so bad about it?

Wen Hanyu