He held his chin high, his demeanor proud and aloof, but the pain in his eyes was hard to bear. "What you reject, others may crave. Meng Xi'er, I don't need you!"
After proclaiming these words, he abruptly turned and left the hallway.
Once again...
They parted on bad terms.
Meng Xi'er leaned against the wall, her strength waning, and she slid down onto the floor.
The poison in Lu Yebai's body hadn't been completely eradicated.
What Du Xiaorong had administered was an incomplete formula she had stolen from Gu Huai'an's organization.
Gu Huai'an had told her that the true antidote would take three years to perfect.
"As long as you stay by my side for three years," she remembered Gu Huai'an saying, "I will save him. However, you can't be with him after those three years. I am petty, I can't bear to see you two together."
The floor was cold.
She buried her face in her knees, feeling a debilitating sense of weakness spreading through her body.