Submission, fleeing to the ends of the earth, or death?
Ye Anqi turned her head to look at the man beside her, only to find that he had fallen asleep...
She was slightly surprised, not knowing when he had dozed off.
Asleep, Ya Shitian's features remained sharp and resolute, as if a sculptor had carved out his perfect, strong facial structure.
Someone like him would surely never choose submission, right?
So his fate would be either fleeing to the ends of the earth or... death.
Ye Anqi withdrew her gaze, took the remote control, and turned the TV to mute.
She stared at the screen and, while watching, she too fell asleep...
...
Not knowing how long she had slept, Ye Anqi groggily opened her eyes.
As soon as she woke up, she saw a nurse drawing blood from Ya Shitian—
"Awake?" The man turned his head and met her gaze.
But Ye Anqi was staring at the blood bag.
Bright red blood flowed quickly into the bag through the tube.
