The footsteps in the corridor on the first floor stopped.
Two figures in black robes lifted their heads, looking warily towards the staircase on the second floor.
There, Bai Jingxuan lay motionless on the ground, not wanting to get up like a turtle retracting into its shell.
Although she also knew it was futile, whether feigning death or pretending ignorance, it could not change the fact that she had already been exposed. But to fail to escape in this manner was still something she found hard to accept.
For her old illness to recur at such a time was incredibly inconvenient.
The condition she suffered from was a congenital disease that hospitals could not diagnose, with unknown triggers, and no similar cases in her family's genetic history, yet it occurred exclusively in her.