Though Tong Ran's right hand was busy, her eyes remained fixed unblinkingly on Mo Nanjue's face. When she saw his eyes open, her movements hesitated for a moment, "How are you feeling? Did you hurt yourself when you fell just now?"
Her tone was very gentle, trying to keep the atmosphere as calm as possible, because she knew that the situation was special. If he was attempting to inject himself, it meant the poison had already taken hold of him, so whether he could hear her clearly, or understand what she was saying, remained uncertain.
The urgent matter at hand was the syringe in his grasp and the box of Devil's Kiss.
They must be destroyed, thoroughly destroyed.
Chen An had said there should be no further contact, at this most crucial moment.
