"I'm okay." Mia Ginger steadied herself and temporarily stopped walking.
She touched her face.
It was a bit hot, making her very uncomfortable.
Even her entire skin felt a bit itchy, making her want to scratch.
Was there something wrong with that glass of juice?
Or was there an issue with the cake she just ate?
Mia Ginger pressed her lips, thinking, and couldn't help but look at Zuri Ginger again. Almost instantly, she was certain that the glass of juice Zuri served had a problem.
At this moment, Zuri Ginger and Edward Davis also stopped at the side. Zuri looked panicked and was looking at her from a distance with disbelief, as if to confirm if she was alright.
Her skin was sensitive, but she only took one sip. Apart from some heat and itchiness, there wasn't too much of a reaction.
But Zuri was different.
She was holding onto Edward Davis's wrist, and she was not in a good state.
