Bo Yeyuan thought of the penguin's "black and white jealousy syndrome," and what he suffered from was jealousy itself!
It was jealousy that made him restless, his heart filled with envy and hatred...
Holding Li Qiyu in his arms, he placed the medical kit heavily on the tea table before the sofa. Encircling her in his embrace, he flipped open the kit with one hand, "Qiyu, there are two types of injections here, do you see them?"
One bottle contained a pale blue liquid, and the other clear and white. Two large syringes lay next to the respective vials.
"The blue one is for permanent sleep, the white one for death," he said with a cruel hook of his lips, "You choose."
Li Qiyu felt her heart seize. Again, she had to choose. She had chosen wrong with the dagger at first, but given another chance, she still could only make that choice. Now as he made her choose, she wished for neither!