Her face was adorned with an ugly makeup.
Her originally charming eyes were quietly closed, and her whole body seemed to have lost its breath.
Mo Shisan reached out his hand to her nose, "Young Master, there's still breath."
Ya Shitian's face was expressionless, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
He nodded slightly and made a gesture.
A bodyguard came over holding a small silver box.
Mo Shisan opened the box, took out a syringe and a vial, skillfully drew the medicine, and then injected Ye Anqi...
The needle had just been withdrawn when Ye Anqi suddenly opened her eyes.
She stared at the blurry figure in front of her, her vision gradually becoming clear.
The cold and deep features of Ya Shitian were reflected in her eyes—
Time stood still for a few seconds.
"Am I dead?" Ye Anqi suddenly spoke, "Why would Young Master Ya also be in hell?"
Ya Shitian just stared at her without speaking.
