Shu Luan takes the vial from Lian Feng's fingers, and says, "I want to give it to him myself."
She crosses her arms and watches him walk towards Wu Yun with a pleased smirk on her lips. She has the look of someone who was just told by a fortune teller that all her dreams would come true.
Wu Yun glares at her over Shu Luan's approaching shoulders, but it only makes her smirk widen.
Shu Luan knees in front of Wu Yun and unstoppers the vial. "I want you to know, that despite everything else, I'm glad I met you."
Wu Yun turns his face away. "The feeling isn't mutual."
Next to Wu Yun, Jiang Tanmei struggles against the rope wrapped around his chest. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I'll make you pay if you hurt him."
Lian Feng's amused snort cuts through his protests. "It's endearing that you think you're going to leave here alive."
