Then the short-haired woman slowly lowered the hand covering her mouth. Her already large eyes widened even further. "But—poisoned?!"
"He said Xiao Zhao was poisoned!"
"How could that be?"
"That can't be possible, right?"
"This isn't some TV drama. In real life, getting poisoned and all that..."
"How strange."
The short-haired woman muttered to herself, clearly stunned by the unexpected news and deeply unsettled.
No one thought she was overreacting.
They all felt much the same.
"Xiao Xiao."
The man with glasses looked at the person who had made such an unbelievable claim without so much as a change in expression.
"Why did you say Xiao Zhao was poisoned?"
"Did you figure it out?"
Hearing that, the short-haired woman immediately leaned in close to her friend's face, frowning as she examined her carefully.
She muttered, "Her forehead doesn't look dark."
"Nor are there any other signs."
"Other than the dark circles under her eyes."
"Hey."
The woman instinctively leaned back a little.
"Lingling!"
She called out helplessly.
"Oh."
The short-haired woman straightened up from her forward-leaning posture. "I just wanted to see if I could spot anything."
"Just as I thought."
The short-haired woman spread her hands. "I didn't find anything."
"Other than looking a little pale because you haven't had enough rest, everything else—"
"Right!"
The short-haired woman suddenly thought of something. She took her friend's hand and turned it over several times, then checked the other one.
"Just as I thought. Everything looks normal."
The short-haired woman shrugged. Seeing the others' puzzled looks, she explained, "Aren't there poisons that leave marks on your wrists or arms?"
"That's what they say in novels."
Everyone: ...
The woman touched her face and looked into Xiao Xiao's eyes, her expression grave.
"I think I need an explanation."