She walked to the window and looked out at the sea.
So beautiful.
The sky was full of brilliant stars, and the sea mirrored the sky's reflection.
How many secrets are buried here, known only to the heavens and the ocean.
Gong Shirao, the drug I injected you with, though it was only one-fifth, I bet even if you survive, you'll end up a waste.
So, why don't you just die?
Dying like this would be perfect.
No matter how the world changes, it won't concern you anymore. You just need to drown quietly in the sea, isn't that nice?
Ou Yimo tightly gripped the edge of the window with her hands, gazing at the endless ocean. Luckily, it's a vast sea here; otherwise, if Gong Shirao fell, her death would be discovered quickly.
That would be troublesome for her.
But now it's much simpler.
As long as she doesn't admit Gong Shirao came here, no one will know where Gong Shirao went.
How wonderful.
