Her hands were so numb that she had almost lost all sensation.
The workers, cheering as if surviving a disaster, hurried over to carefully remove the canvas from Yiyi's body.
Lie Fengzi raised a brow. She hadn't anticipated this turn of events and couldn't help but cast a covert glance at Jun Yiyi. Such a meddling woman. However, that hit was not light; though she hadn't achieved her goal, it wasn't entirely without gain—at least this woman had suffered.
Jun Yiyi truly felt the pain where the canvas had struck her, slowly recovering from it. While it wasn't terribly uncomfortable, as the numbness in her hands faded, she realized the sharp pain in the middle of her right arm. A piercing ache emanated from the bone, causing her lips to pale.
The impact of the painting was too strong. She had managed to catch it, but her supporting right hand had been severely sprained.
Sharp pains surged intermittently, but she endured the discomfort well, not uttering a sound.
