Zheng Lun slowly wrote a word in his heart. It hurt.
Other than pain, she really didn't feel anything else.
Moreover, the pain was constantly intensifying. In the morning, she thought that she could still bear it, but by evening, she felt that she could not bear it anymore.
Her tongue and throat had festered under the invasion of the poison. She suspected that if it weren't for the strong drug that kept her alive, she might have died the next moment, and her tongue might have festered and disappeared.
In the future, would it still grow well?
If she didn't have a tongue, she might as well be dead.
Zheng Jing's heart ached as if it was being torn apart when he saw the word Zheng Lun had written on his palm.
He kissed Zheng Lun's fingers gently and said in a low voice with red eyes,"Lun, I know you are in pain. You have to be strong and get through it. You will be fine tomorrow! Believe in big brother!"
