"This..."
The two lives that were lost cannot be recovered. This is also something that cannot be glossed over.
Ye Xiaoyu scoffed coldly, "I think instead of persuading me, you should advise him. Let him let me go, and stop entangling me, so that we both won't be in pain."
"That's impossible," Zhou Bie said helplessly, "He won't agree to that. You know, as long as he wants, you can't escape."
Ye Xiaoyu closed her eyes, her expression on the little face indescribable, "If that's the case, then let's be tangled! Let's be... in pain together!"
Ye Xiaoyu was so overwhelmed with anger and extreme suppression that it caused her to cough up blood.
She just had a quarrel with Anjue and now that she has calmed down, she feels cold all over.
Waves of chill surged from her body outward.
She knew too well what this symptom signified.
Sure enough, she developed a fever at night.
Feeling drowsy.
Anjue went out to cool off a bit, then finally decided to come back.
