No one knew how much effort she had put into flashing such a natural, undetectable smile.
Nor did anyone know just how much agony she was enduring. It felt as if her strength was being siphoned away slowly...
To avoid appearing weak and pained in front of them, Tang Huai worked hard to keep herself from shaking or collapsing.
Though she felt like crying from the discomfort, she controlled herself not to let the tears fall. Her eyes, mistier, became all the more watery and bright.
Her smile became increasingly enchanting. Holding her head high, she faced Zhang Shiwan, "Is this what they call a Top Scholar? On one hand, advocating science for the country, and on the other, engaging in such superstitions. Miss Zhang, don't you find yourself contradictory?"
Zhang Shiwan looked at Tang Huai in shock, "You're alright?"
Impossible, how could she be alright?
All that rice laced with Spell spilled over her, and she's still fine?
