Shen Yan, who had been studying all night, shuffled into the washroom the next day with a noticeably weary body.
Qin Dingyue dashed into it as soon as Shen Yan emerged.
One minute later.
"Ah!"
A loud squeal, reminiscent of a pig, echoed.
Shen Yan poked her head out, "What's wrong?"
"Hisss!" Qin Dingyue shook both her hands frantically, hissing non-stop, and turned around with tear-filled eyes, "Yanyan, my hands are ruined! Ow, my back... Hisss! Am I going to be paralyzed?"
Qin Dingyue plopped down on the little stool outside the bathroom door, crying out in agony.
Shen Yan knew immediately what the problem was.
"You didn't wear gloves at first, and the rice seedlings cut you up. It's normal to feel this way after having been pampered for so long and then suddenly bending over to do this kind of work."
"But I feel like I'm going to be paralyzed..." Qin Dingyue felt like her waist and legs no longer belonged to her.
