Wen Shimo's expression was calm, showing no anger at being played with, "I knew you wouldn't so easily tell me the method of the Antidote, ingesting the locusts was only to please you.
I hoped to bring you a hint of joy when your life hung by a thread, in this cruel, human world.
I also hoped you would consider the fact that I am willing to bet my life to make you happy, and give the real Antidote to Qiao Ran, please!"
After Wen Shimo finished his painful plea, he felt a salty and fishy surge in his throat and spat out a mouthful of dark blood.
This was the first time in Wen Shimo's life that he had lowered his head to beg someone.
His crimson eyes were filled with sincere supplication.
He begged Zheng Zhenzhu to consider his genuine sincerity and save Qiao Ran's life.
It wasn't until that moment, seeing Qiao Ran's faint breaths, that he realized how important she was in his heart, much more than he had imagined.