There is no antidote.

Yun Meiyi completed her dress trials. Except for a few alterations, not much was needed in the design. She must agree to what her father said - the choice of her grandfather was not bad. He knew too well to choose the right design and style for her. Even the colour suited well to her complexion. 

Cheryl looked at Yun Meiyi and smiled. "Your grandfather really adores you. He made a long call to explain the design they want us to stitch for you. He was very particular about the colours and has called a few times to know the progress." 

She said and Yun Meiyi looked at her through the mirror, reverting to her smile with hers. "Did he?" She asked and the designer nodded before coming forward to straighten a frill of the dress.