C1338 Counterattack(8)

One of her hands was continuously tightening and tightening. Blue veins were popping out all over her body. The tip of her short finger was deeply embedded into her skin, oozing out traces of blood. However, she didn't feel any pain.

She was standing straight in front of the bed, her back very straight, very straight, as if that was the only way she could stop herself from falling down