"Yufei, I didn't harm your child. If you don't bring him back now, the one killing him will be you. Come back. You are descendants of the Nangong Family—you can't just wander outside like this. You and Ansel need to return; this will always be your home."
"So, what you mean is—if we don't go back, you'll never give us the antidote?!" Jian Yufei asked angrily.
"There is no antidote," Nangong Xu said with a faint smile. "The virus in his body can only be suppressed by taking the medicine I prepare every year, on time. As for a complete cure, such an antidote doesn't exist."
Jian Yufei suddenly gripped the railing tightly. "What did you say?"
"I've made myself very clear—there's no antidote."
No antidote… How could there be no antidote…
"You're lying to me!" She refused to believe it.
"Why would I lie to you? You can ask your grandfather—he knows there's no cure for this poison either."
Jian Yufei's heart chilled drastically—
