"Wen Ze, you should know that there is no future for us."
Clearly, Wen Ze didn't like Yan Li saying such discouraging things.
Wen Ze: "Drink the medicine."
The fact that they didn't answer is already quite obvious. It's just a pity that some things can't be resolved by simply avoiding the topic.
Yan Li didn't continue saying those things that would upset Wen Ze. Looking at the medicine in front of her, which was clearly 'added' to her, she felt that she hadn't wasted his good intentions.
"Ah Yan is such a good girl." Wen Ze said, then suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips.
Yan Li was stunned for a moment, looking at Wen Ze in front of her, but didn't say anything.
But the moment Wen Ze left the room with the bowl of medicine, his face instantly turned cold.
The butler, who was waiting at the door, took the bowl from Wen Ze's hands at that moment.
Seemingly to avoid alerting the people inside, Wen Ze tried to descend the stairs as quickly and steadily as possible, but when he reached the third floor, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He couldn't hold his breath any longer.
Wen Ze braced himself against the stair railing, bent over, and vomited a mouthful of dark red blood.
He instinctively tried to catch it with his hand, but he miscalculated again; his fair palm, and even between his fingers, were covered in blood.
He couldn't suppress it, nor could he control it.
Yan Li was right when she said that killing her was the best option for both of them.
But he really couldn't bear to part with it.
Even though he repeatedly deceived himself into thinking it was to get revenge on her and make her wish she were dead.
However, when it came to finding the real answer, he couldn't deceive his own heart.
The butler, who was following behind, didn't say much when he saw this. He just quickly helped Wen Ze up and settled him in a guest room on the third floor.
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