The prison guard was terrified, hurriedly calling the prison doctor over the walkie-talkie.
Hitting the back of the head is not good at all; it's easy to kill someone with an injury there!
Yi Xinning's eyes moved, desperately searching for Fang Lutong's position, her body convulsed, yet a sinister smile appeared on her face as she said intermittently, "No, not divorcing... dead, I won't divorce..."
Fang Lutong stepped forward quickly and violently grabbed her collar, his face ashen, gritting his teeth and saying, "Even if you die, I'll still divorce you! Even if I can't, I'll issue a statement to disassociate from you and then bury you in the Yi family's graveyard. Dream on about dying together with me!"
"You... you..." Yi Xinning's features twisted, her eyeballs bulging, wanting to say something but she couldn't.
Her vision darkened in waves, her breathing rapid, gasping for air.
After wheezing for a while, her eyes rolled back, and her body went limp.
