Collapsed

Mo Xin Er woke up a few hours later, she could hear Fan Liuying talking to someone in the other room. Ignoring the slight headache that seemed to be taking over her whole head, she scrambled out of bed, her phone falling on its face onto the cold floor. Letting out a few curses, she bent down slightly and grabbed the phone from the floor. It wasn't broken; just a little scratches here and there. Her legs wobbled as she made her way to the door, turning the knob and slid out of the room. 

She had barely made it out when her head suddenly felt heavy, her legs trembling and she hurriedly grabbed hold of the door knob to steady herself. At that moment, Fan Liuying's room door opened and Fan Liuying stepped out, beaming slightly. 

When she saw Mo Xin Er who looked weary and on the verge of collapsing, the smile stiffened on her face. Nearly tripping, she rushed over to her, gripping her by the shoulders. Worry encased her face as she helped her to one of the sofa.&nbs