Only one thought dominated her mind.
Was she disfigured?
"Unless she gets a skin graft, that scar will never fade."
The man's indifferent voice, like a devil's, hammered heavily on her heart.
Crushing all her hopes.
Fu Yuhua's face had turned eerily dark, her eyes reddening from the corners.
However, she remained rigidly in her seat, staring at the man for a long time. She suddenly forced a smile through her pain: "It seems that woman is not faring well."
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so unusually enraged.
Fu Mingxiu had told her that Jiang Ruan is fatally allergic to alcohol, and even the tiniest amount could kill her.
And it turned out to be true.
Oddly though, she wondered how Fu Mingxiu knew this.
There are various peculiar allergies in this world, but to die from just a little bit of alcohol, now that is indeed intriguing.
"So, you plan to kill me?"
