At five in the morning, Miss Youtau was sprawled on the ground, continuously vomiting; she had reached her limit.
No, I must descend the mountain... Miss Youtau struggled to her feet, trembling and unsteady as she left the woods.
Since Li Banfeng had departed, Miss Youtau had also harbored thoughts of descending, but whenever she saw others still picking flowers, she couldn't bear to leave.
Plagued by the poison fog, Miss Youtau's efficiency plummeted. In the past eight hours, she had only gathered three Snake-Patterned Chrysanthemums, spending most of her time resting.
Even though she knew she was dizzy and found walking difficult, seeing the others picking flowers made Miss Youtau feel uncomfortable.
Such is human nature; seeing others make money makes one feel like losing out, as if the Golden Pond is right in front of you, and by gritting your teeth, you could earn a bit more.
But now, she could no longer endure it.
