Annie gasped for air, her voice trembling, her face already devoid of any trace of color.
"I... I can't... I won't dare again... really... truly..."
Gan Yuan shoved her away.
"Get out!"
Gulping for air, Annie couldn't help coughing uncontrollably, but without caring for that, she shakily got to her feet, not even bothering to grab her bag, and stumbled toward the door.
"Wait!" Gan Yuan snatched the small handbag from the washstand and threw it at Annie, who timidly turned back, "Take your things."
"Thank... thank you!"
Picking up the bag that had fallen to the ground, Annie frantically pulled open the door; frightened, she used too much force and stood in the wrong spot, and as the door swung open, it slammed against her forehead.
It hurt so much she almost passed out, but she didn't dare delay, holding her forehead as she fled.
Gan Yuan stood at the washstand, listening as the footsteps outside grew distant, then chuckled to herself.