Su Ting detested the way the two of them looked at each other, that overwhelming sweetness that made her sick to the core, as if she could never come between them—
"Xiao Jinghuai, her muscles are atrophying now. If she doesn't get my antidote, she will—"
"Cough, cough, cough—" Before Su Ting could finish her sentence, her neck was grabbed viciously. Her eyes filled with terror as she struggled to speak, "Xiao, Xiao Jinghuai, if you kill me, Song Song will… be…"
Xiao Jinghuai seemed blinded by rage, gradually tightening his grip. His expression was more terrifying than the most evil ghosts. "She'll be like this forever, right?"
"... Yes." Su Ting smiled, "You can't bear to do it. You love her so much."
The man sneered, "Indeed, I can't bear it, but it's different with you. I couldn't care less!"
