"Ou Yimo—" Gong Shirao screamed, wanting to support her but afraid of infecting her with the virus.
Ou Yimo's lips curled into a smile she couldn't understand.
"This way, it doesn't hurt anymore..." Ou Yimo said.
"Ou Yimo, I'll call the doctor... prepare for surgery... surgery...!"
Ou Yimo clutched Gong Shirao's wrist, "Don't pretend to be nice!!" Her pupils contracted tightly, "Do you think that if I survive, I'll give you the antidote?"
"Ou Yimo, stop talking! I'll save you first!"
"I don't need you to save me!!" Ou Yimo shouted, "Even if you saved me, it's useless, I won't give you the antidote!! I won't! There's no antidote anymore! Gong Shirao! You're doomed! Haha, hahaha..."
"Even if I die, you won't be proud for long, you know?"
By the end, her tears fell like crazy.
"You won't be proud for long..."
Zhan Nanjue!!
How does it matter if you marry Gong Shirao?!
She's going to die!!
The only bottle of antidote in the world, I destroyed it too!
