"Sorry, I need to freshen up my makeup. Can my assistant take care of the translation work for a bit?"

"Absolutely, take your time."

The British couple were very easygoing and agreed to Zhou Qingtang's request after hearing it. They could also tell that Zhou Qingtang was not in good condition, as her lips were bloodless.

After Zhou Qingtang finished speaking, she walked away in her high heels. She walked unsteadily, staggering, without any of her usual composure.

An Wuyou looked at her back with worry. She really wanted to stay by her side, but she couldn't get away right now.

To An Wuyou's surprise, it wasn't Dahila's husband who spoke first, but Shang Hua, the accompanying translator.

And he was talking to her, a nobody in the translation industry.

Was that Zhou Qingtang who just left?

However, An Wuyou did not feel the joy of being noticed by one of the most outstanding figures in the translation world; instead, her eyes were full of wariness.

Why did Shang Hua immediately ask her about Sister Qing Tang? As far as she knew, Zhou Qing Tang and Shang Hua had never met.

Moreover, An Wuyou is not ignorant. Zhou Qingtang's loss of composure just now was the moment he saw Shang Hua, which means that Shang Hua must have done something that Zhou Qingtang found disgusting.

It is very likely that he played a significant, even decisive, role in Zhou Qingtang's emotional disorder.

Therefore, An Wuyou naturally didn't give Shang Hua a friendly look and didn't answer his questions.

Shang Hua showed no dissatisfaction with An Wuyou's attitude, as if he wasn't the one being humiliated. He shrugged nonchalantly and smoothly blended into the conversation with the two British couples. His humor and wit made them all very happy.

An Wuyou was the only outsider who couldn't get a word in edgewise, but she didn't want to either; her mind was completely occupied by Zhou Qingtang.

I endured the ordeal of accompanying the British couple as they continued their social engagements.

An Wuyou's translation skills are undoubtedly excellent, given that she was able to get into Zhou Qingtang's company.

Fortunately, the British couple didn't stay long after Zhou Qingtang left; they left after achieving their goal.

After seeing them off, An Wuyou hurriedly ran towards the restroom without stopping.

An Wuyou was worried about Zhou Qingtang, who had been alone in the bathroom for so long and was in such a state.

The restroom was very quiet, as if no one was there.

An Wuyou looked around at each of the cubicles and found that only one cubicle door was closed.

"Sister Qingtang?" An Wuyou knocked on the door uncertainly.

There was no sound from inside. Had Zhou Qingtang already left? An Wuyou waited patiently for a few seconds, then knocked on the door again.

Is anyone inside?

There was still no sound.

An Wuyou is now certain that Zhou Qingtang is definitely in this cubicle.

If it weren't for Zhou Qingtang, a normal person would have responded when she asked if anyone was there, instead of remaining completely silent like this.

"Sister Qingtang, they've left. Are you alright?"

There was still no sound.

An Wuyou waited a few more minutes. The bathroom was eerily quiet, with no sound other than her own breathing.

No, listen carefully, there seems to be a very faint sound – the sound of water dripping on the ground.

"Water"? Where did the water come from?

The bathroom ceiling is clean and tidy, with absolutely no possibility of leakage, so...

Upon realizing that possibility, An Wuyou panicked instantly, frantically banging on the door and calling Zhou Qingtang's name, but there was still no response.

An Wuyou's hands were trembling with nervousness, but her mind was exceptionally sharp. There was no one in the next cubicle, so she stepped onto a chair that the cleaning staff had placed outside and successfully saw the scene inside the locked cubicle.

An Wuyou will probably never forget this scene for the rest of his life.

Her sister, Qingtang, sat on the toilet, blood dripping from her slender white wrist onto the floor.

The color of the blood was particularly glaring. Zhou Qingtang had already closed her eyes and fallen into a coma.

An Wuyou screamed in fright, tears streaming down her face. Trembling, she took out her phone and dialed 120, then found the cleaning lady to unlock the door.

She had some first aid knowledge and did some simple treatment to stop the bleeding.

It was then that she learned why Zhou Qingtang never wore short sleeves: her arms were covered in scars.

There was a very fresh scar, the scab hadn't completely fallen off yet, it must have been cut not long ago.

The same on the other arm.

An Wuyou's tears never stopped. She knew Zhou Qingtang was sick, but she didn't expect her illness to be so serious.

Zhou Qingtang woke up again the next morning.

An Wuyou lay on the hospital bed, one hand still holding her hands that weren't receiving IV fluids. She had barely slept all night and had only just begun to rest in the morning.

She had already arranged leave for both of them, concealing the real reason and only saying that they were sick and in the hospital.

An Wuyou immediately woke up when she felt Zhou Qingtang's hand twitch slightly.

"What's wrong, Sister Qingtang?"

Zhou Qingtang noticed the dark circles under her eyes. The once sunny and energetic girl now looked haggard with a dull complexion and dark circles under her eyes.

She said that not having it in her heart was definitely not without its ups and downs.

After this incident, there was no need to pretend anymore, and Zhou Qingtang stopped putting on the smile that she had practiced repeatedly.

She casually pulled out the IV needle from her hand, as if she didn't feel any pain. Well, she dared to make such a deep and large cut, so what was there to be afraid of with such a small needle?

Zhou Qingtang stood up with a blank look in her eyes, her movements stiff, like a puppet on a string, and she did not answer An Wuyou's question.

Her expressionless face was still somewhat intimidating; any normal person would be frightened to see Zhou Qingtang like that.

But An Wuyou was not afraid. She pressed Zhou Qingtang to sit down on the edge of the bed and rang the bell to call the doctor.

“You can’t pull this out. The doctor said you’ve lost too much blood and need to get an IV drip,” An Wuyou explained patiently, like coaxing a disobedient child.

The nurse arrived quickly. Seeing the removed needle, she didn't complain and quickly re-inserted it into Zhou Qingtang's vein. She just told An Wuyou to keep a close eye on her and make sure the needle wasn't removed again.

"Sister Qingtang, would you like some water?"

An Wuyou held a glass of warm water and brought it to Zhou Qingtang's lips. Zhou Qingtang obligingly took a small sip.

"Are you hungry, Qingtang? My mom made some soup, would you like some?"

An Wuyou's mother found out about this last night and told An Wuyou to take good care of Zhou Qingtang. She brought over some soup early this morning, but An Wuyou was afraid that Zhou Qingtang wouldn't want to see outsiders, so she asked her mother to leave.

Zhou Qingtang didn't speak. She was completely different from the intellectual and elegant woman who always had a smile on her face. Now she was cold and lifeless, she didn't smile or talk, and there was no hope for life in her eyes.

This is her true personality...