"Xiaohan, please, kill me, I can't take it anymore... Xiaohan, my good brother, go find me some drugs, I don't want to quit, I don't want to quit... I feel terrible... Xiaohan, I'm begging you..."
Pressing down on Gai Yu's shoulders to prevent her from harming herself, Xicheng frowned, turning his face away not to see her pained expression.
"Sis, hold on, the doctor will be here soon. Hang in there for a few days, I believe you can quit..."
First there was pleading, and soon Gai Yu turned to cursing angrily.
"Gai Han, you bastard, let me go, let me go..."
No matter whether she was pleading or swearing, no matter what she said, Xicheng remained unmoved because he knew that Gai Yu was no longer herself now.
Gai Yu was struggling fiercely, her neck veins bulging from the exertion, and a layer of cold sweat had seeped onto her forehead and body, her long hair sticking to her pale face, her eyes sunken, devoid of spirit—the poise of the everyday queen nowhere to be found.
