Ava returned to the room, retching into the toilet for a while, but didn’t spit out anything.
Standing in front of the sink, she flushed her face with cold water, pressing her hands on the edge of the sink, looking worriedly at her watery face in the mirror.
This nauseating feeling is so familiar and so similar to the last time.
As Ava was thinking, a familiar man’s voice suddenly came from the bathroom door, “How long have you not been on an official holiday?”
She gave a ‘chuckle’ in her heart and instinctively turned her head to look over.
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