Under the scratching of the cactus,
tiny wounds constantly broke open, and fresh blood slowly seeped out.
But she seemed to feel no pain, just incessantly scratching.
Anyone who saw this scene would think she was a madwoman.
"If you don't want to die, stop scratching."
Chen Sheng said faintly.
"It doesn't matter."
"Without scratching, I won't live much longer anyway."
The cactus did not care.
Her hands didn't stop at all.
"I can restore your body."
Hearing this,
the scratching motion unconsciously paused.
But soon, it continued again.
"Save it."
"The Godly Humans Association's leader said."
"This is our inherent gene, a fate that can't be escaped."
"Even the best doctor in the world can't do anything about our genetic disease."
Although Cactus said this,
Chen Sheng clearly saw,
the moment the words left his mouth,
a clear longing emotion rose within the cactus.
However,
perhaps she was used to the taste of disappointment in her life,