As he pushed the door open, he saw Yang Xiaoya sitting on the bed looking disheveled and spiritless—she scarcely looked better than a ghost.
She was still wearing the black lingerie from that day, especially noticeable was the turtle drawn with black dog's blood on it, still clearly visible. Yin Xiaofan suddenly felt an urge to burst out laughing.
But he held back, fearing that if he dared to laugh, Yang Xiaoya would probably fight him with all her might.
"Get out, how did you get in here?" Yang Xiaoya panicked as she saw Yin Xiaofan enter her room, quickly burrowing under the covers, not wanting him to see her in such a sorry state.
"I heard you were feeling unwell, so I specifically came to check on you. Tell me where it hurts," Yin Xiaofan said as he walked to the bedside, not leaving the room.
"I'm fine, I don't need you to check on me. Get out, I don't want to see you," Yang Xiaoya's voice sounded somewhat frantic from under the covers.
