Time suspends. Dong Hengmu stands with his breath held, but it's not like he has any other choice, taking in the air around him would only spur more pain and suffering. And he needs a clear mind to make his next move.
Hongyue Wanai holds the tantalizing vial before him, shaking its precious contents before his face in temptation. The words hang heavily in the air. The fact still remains; only one person can survive off the dosage within the container.
Loud hacking sounds interrupt his thoughts. Li Weizhen convulses, clutching his stomach as tears fill his eyes. He coughs, loud and wet. Red begins to dribble from his lips.
"It looks like A-Yu might not have much time left. So?" Hongyue Wanai does not lose his languid gait but his expression turns dark. His arms fold neatly behind his back, the antidote hidden from sight. "What is your choice?"
