In these five days, she would either develop the antidote or die.
Su Xiaolu lay on the bed and closed her eyes to focus on the changes in her body. Even though it was very subtle, she still felt it. Her body was like a balloon that had a small hole pierced.
Her essence, energy, and spirit were slowly flowing out of that small hole.
As time passed, his body began to have a second and third hole…
They split apart one by one until her body was riddled with holes.
At first, her hands were a little sore, then her shoulders, waist, and back… Gradually, her entire body ached. When dawn came, Su Xiaolu began to feel her throat itch. She wanted to cough.
At noon, she already felt that something was wrong with her body. Not only was her entire body sore, but her throat was also itchy. She felt weak and her limbs seemed to be heavy.
When Zhou Zhi came to look for Su Xiaolu, she did not see him.
