Zhan Nanjue's body suddenly stiffened.
"Shirao..." He realized he had said something wrong, wanted to explain something, but didn't know how to explain it.
Gong Shirao slowly pushed him away, looking into his eyes.
After a long while, she spoke deliberately, "Ou Yimo loved you. If she didn't love you, she wouldn't have despaired so much to commit suicide before she died. Since she loved you so much, she wouldn't have the heart to let you die. If you were really infected with the virus, she couldn't have destroyed the antidote... So, you weren't infected with the virus, right?"
Zhan Nanjue's pupils contracted.
Even at this moment, she could calmly deduce that he wasn't infected with the virus.
Seeing his reaction, Gong Shirao seemed to finally understand something.
"So you really weren't infected!? Why did you lie to me!" Her emotions suddenly became agitated, her voice rising abruptly and even somewhat out of tune.
