"This life ah..."
Hearing this, Ye Nuanxi let out a meaningful sigh, raising her slender fingers to caress the man's handsome face. Beneath her warm smile, tears gradually seeped out, eventually forming three words, "I'll try my best!"
She really could only try her best. Such a poison couldn't be concocted by ordinary people; only someone with a dark heart like Su Yu, who constantly thought of harming others, could achieve this. Moreover, even if Cheng Lingxiu was a genius at developing this antidote, it would still take time. And the least amount of time needed was not enough to surpass her period of illness. Su Yu was even prepared to commit suicide; this disaster was probably not so easy to overcome. "If I can't make it, Beichen, please don't do anything foolish. You must take good care of Little Xingchen; he can't be hurt anymore!"
"Yes, Nuannuan, Little Xingchen needs you more!"
