"I really can't understand you..." Du Xiaorong muttered under her breath. A hint of curiosity about this man began to form in her heart. "It would be a pity if you died now. This poison does have an antidote, but it's in the hands of my senior brother. If you let Meng Xi'er plead with him, he'll surely give it to you."
"Heh."
Lu Yebai suddenly let out a cold laugh and hung up the phone.
Sitting on the couch with his dark face, he coldly thought, having Meng Xi'er beg Gu Huai'an for the antidote would be more unbearable than dying!
"What's wrong?"
Meng Xi'er had just finished trying on her wedding dress and slowly came down the stairs. As soon as she arrived, she felt that something was off with Lu Yebai's mood.
She walked over and touched his face, her voice full of concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No."
Lu Yebai hid his emotions, reached out his arm to encircle her waist, and pulled Meng Xi'er into his embrace.
Their heartbeats merged into one.