Mu Mian simply couldn't accept it.
Now, the outbreak had begun.
"Her aversion to you has turned into a mental blockade. Her life now hangs by a thread, and you are like a weight pressing down on that thread which will one day snap under the burden. Gong Heng, I'm putting it bluntly, you understand, don't you?"
Gong Heng stood there, his figure swaying slightly.
Then, a fierce look appeared on his face.
"Medicate her, I want to keep her alive."
"Gong Heng!" Zhuo Xiusi shouted sternly, "Don't you understand? It's not about the medication; your sister's spirit has already collapsed, and sooner or later, you will drive her to death. If you do not change your ways, continue to be so blindly forceful and offer her no space to breathe, she will eventually die. I can keep her alive with medication, but for how long do you think? One year, or two? When she's dead, will you still be so obsessed as to have me embalm her body in formalin, freezing it for you to admire?"
