"Just as she finished speaking, Yang Xiaoya started to retch again, and it got more severe, almost vomiting bile. It was painfully distressing to watch."
"Xiaoya, now is not the time to be stubborn. Let him take a look at you. Only when you're better can you continue your revenge," Wang Xinying whispered in Yang Xiaoya's ear. "Do you really want him to see you suffer like this, to laugh at your expense? The one suffering is you, not him, and being this obstinate only puts you at a disadvantage."
"A gentleman can wait ten years to take his revenge, let him cure your illness first. You can watch the drama unfold tonight only if you're well. If you remain ill, it's uncertain who will have the last laugh!"
"But…" Even though Wang Xinying's words made sense, Yang Xiaoya hesitated.
"Stepping back now is for a bigger victory later. Just bear with it for now. Don't you want to see tonight's spectacle?" Wang Xinying continued to persuade her softly.
