Grandma looked at me. "Nanxing, I need to ask you one more time. Are you sure that man is the love of your life?"
I held her hand and nodded firmly. "Yes! I'm sure!"
Grandma's gaze fell on my wrist. "Nanxing, I do have an antidote, in fact, I have two. The first one is better than free-spirited grass. It'll combine your blood and my medicine. However, its effect is similar to forget-me-not. After he takes it, he can only follow you for the rest of his life. He will be forced to love you or, at the very least, stay with you. If he changes his mind, he'll die from a literal broken heart."
I looked at her and asked calmly, "However, in essence, this antidote is still a poison, right?"
Grandma sighed, "Nanxing, you're as clever as your mother."
