The Straw Doll caught fire instantly and was quickly consumed by the flames. Meanwhile, Zhi Chen, lying on the bed, also began to convulse. His forehead was covered in veins, as if he was enduring some kind of torturous agony. He let out a low growl from time to time, and Dong Huiying's expression was very calm. She sat on the ground by the bedside, watching all of this, watching Zhi Chen struggle in pain.
She felt heartache.
But she had to remember this scene!
Surnamed Ji, I am irreconcilable with you! If you don't die, I really can't swallow this anger!!
At the moment when the Straw Doll turned completely to ashes, Zhi Chen let out a roar, and then suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood.
"Zhi Chen——!"
She rushed toward the man like an arrow, clutching a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his lips.
