The Grand Final (15)

Especially since Qiao Lian had been the one leading throughout the whole match…

When they looked at her with enthusiasm and burning passion, she felt the heat and the pressure, as though she was teetering on the edge of a wok with boiling hot oil.

She lowered her gaze and looked at her right hand.

That numbing sensation was getting worse and even the slight trembling was becoming a lot more obvious.

Hang in there.

Qiao Lian, you have to hang in there. Perseverance will bring success!

Qiao Lian took a deep breath and cheered herself.

But even then, by the time they won the second round, her right hand was already shaking uncontrollably.

She frowned. She knew that her condition was getting serious.

Her right hand had never fully recovered. She had never been able to play for more than half an hour a time.