Zi Wei gradually lowered his head, tightly clutching his fists, and a loose strand of long hair veiled the expression in his eyes.
Su Yingxue couldn't discern his face clearly, but she seemed to sense that her previous words were too much.
She squatted down and patted his hand. "I said that for your good. You're stubborn. What if I can't remember to detoxify you next time, and something happens to you?"
"Nothing," Zi Wei replied coldly.
"What do you mean nothing happened? The poison in you hasn't been completely cured. If I didn't cure you in time, you would have lost your life. This is a big deal! Your indifference toward yourself makes me feel guilty!" Su Yingxue's energetic eyes dimmed.
"I kidnapped you from the Silver Moon Pavilion so that you could live well, whether to protect me or yourself. If you were to lose your life, what would be the point?" Su Yingxue's gentle gaze held a ripple of emotion.
