Feng Yun was in agony, a tormenting agony, quietly waiting alone, with no one to speak to, no tasks to distract her, desperately suppressing the thirst generated by the toxins.
The process was excruciating and protracted.
That itching, persistent and pervasive, was nearly driving her mad.
She regretted.
Had she known the medicine would be so toxic, leaving so many hidden dangers, she would certainly not have taken it, or would have reduced the dosage…
She feared this feeling of being out of control…
Frightened that if the poison took root and could not be eradicated, she would become this dissolute...
"Why not leave with Xiao Cheng?"
Pei Jue's voice came from behind her. Feng Yun's ears tingled, and her body tensed uncontrollably.
Merely hearing his voice, catching his scent, made her feel as if her body, submerged in hot water, was overflowing.
She turned around.
Her gaze crashed into those dark, deep pupils, and she was frozen.
