Wen Ran tried her best to stay calm, but her limbs slowly turned cold.
Beside her, Mo Xiuchen tightened his grip around her hand. Lowering his gaze to look at her for a moment, he then simply raised his arm to wrap her in his embrace, using this method to chase the fear out of her heart.
"Ranran, don't worry."
His voice, low and gentle, was comforting. The turmoil in Wen Ran's heart gradually subsided with his words and his breath.
A smile spread across Wen Ran's lips, and she softly replied, "I'm fine."
This situation was somewhat expected.
Fu Jingyi had always been very confident in his abilities. He had spent many years researching the terrifying 'poison' he planted in her body - a poison more fearsome than cancer and even more dreadful than the viral weapon created by the Japanese during the war.
