But as time passed, the old traditional Chinese doctor's medicine could no longer suppress the chill within her body. How she wished she could just end her life in the cold, yet fate always seemed to offer her a sliver of hope.
Enough… perhaps it's that sky-high price of ten billion.
Like a wounded bird, Zhuge Xiyu huddled in a dark corner, her heart brimming with endless questions. What she couldn't understand was why Chen Zheng refused to treat her.
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Dawn broke, bathing the earth in the light of the morning sun.
Zhuge Xiyu finally broke free from the biting cold. Trembling, she stood up to greet the sunlight. It took a full half hour before her body gradually returned to normal. She bent down to pick up the phone from the floor, opened the call log, dialed a number, and then held the phone, waiting quietly.
CLICK!
The door was pushed open, and two bodyguards entered.
"Miss!" they greeted, bowing respectfully.
