Yang the Blind and Tang the Fatty were staring at her wide-eyed, exchanging words,
"Holy crap, what's going on? It's been three days and she's still not awake. What did she see? Damn it, Blind, you should've just snatched the mirror back..."
"You blame me! I'm friggin' blind! I only remember a chair, and you told me there's a mirror too..."
"Oh my god! When did she open her eyes! Scared the hell out of me!"
"Hey, girl, girl, how're you doing? How was your trip to the hometown of vacuum?"
"Ugh—!"
Qiong Ying flipped up, nearly throwing up bile.
Yang the Blind and Tang the Fatty exchanged a glance,
"Looks like this time her trip to the hometown of vacuum wasn't so fun. Should we try again?"
"Try your head! Can't you smell that burnt scent? She broke it while playing!
Hey girl, do you know this was Boss Luo's throne from back in the day? What did you see that made you end up like this?"
