Seeing Wu Menglin's malicious expression, Zhao Xuerong, lying on the bed, suddenly sat up.
With a distressed look, she said, "Do you really want me dead?"
When Wu Menglin saw Zhao Xuerong was still alive, she wasn't scared. Instead, her angry, twisted face suddenly took on a spring-breeze-like smile.
With a face full of surprise, she grabbed Zhao Xuerong's hand and said, "Xuerong, you aren't dead? That's truly wonderful, truly wonderful…"
Her excited appearance didn't seem like a pretense at all.
"You don't want me dead?" Zhao Xuerong looked at Wu Menglin and spoke slowly, word by word.
"Of course I don't want you dead. Although you are stupid and annoying, you are my best friend. Of course I don't want you dead, Xuerong, we are the best of friends..."
Hearing this, Zhao Xuerong's expression was complex, and for a moment, she couldn't tell if Wu Menglin was sincere or feigning her emotions.
