Some of Us Want to Live, Please (2)

Bai Jingfei couldn't contain the excitement coursing through her veins as she carefully packed the cauldron under one arm, balancing the precious flowers in the other hand. Her mind buzzed with the possibilities.

Countless poisons, each more creative than the last, danced in her thoughts. This wasn't just a hobby for her—it was her calling, her art.

The sun was still unforgiving outside the tent, but Bai Jingfei, with her poisonous flowers and sinister smile, felt nothing but glee.

She navigated the dusty camp with ease, avoiding the wandering eyes of soldiers and medics who barely spared her a glance. The camp was always bustling, so no one thought much of a noble young lady going about her business—unless, of course, they knew her true intentions.

Which, thankfully, they did not.