She pulled Shuyin up gently, her face a perfect mask of motherly worry. But Shuyin could feel the tension in those fingers, the way they gripped just a little too tightly. Could see the flash of rage behind the widened eyes when their gazes met.
Deep down, the woman wanted to kill her right there and then.
"Sister..." Lin Yueling appeared in the doorway, drawn by the commotion. She took one look at Shuyin and her pregnant belly seemed to drop an inch as she stumbled forward, one hand flying to her mouth.
"What.... oh god, what *happened*?" Lin Yueling's voice was high, panicked, her eyes traveling over every wound, every mark. She hadn't expected Shuyin to show up. She certainly hadn't expected her to show up like *this*. Looking like something had chewed her up and spat her out.
"Shuyin, you need a doctor.... your hands, your *skin*...." Lin Yueling reached out instinctively, then pulled back, afraid to touch the raw, blistered flesh.
