Cheng Mingyue's hands could no longer hold the bowl of porridge, and the pale, thick porridge spilled across the blanket.
Under normal circumstances, Xiao Tang would have quickly stood up to clean it, but now she just stood there watching, without moving an inch.
Cheng Mingyue felt a gut-wrenching pain, as if countless sharp blades were twisting inside her.
She looked up, drenched in cold sweat, staring incredulously at Xiao Tang who stood silently aside: "You poisoned me?"
Xiao Tang remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.
Crimson blood dripped from the corner of Cheng Mingyue's mouth, and she didn't wipe it away—because it was endless.
She just glared at Xiao Tang, demanding: "Why?"
She thought that even if she fell to such a state, there would still be someone by her side who wouldn't abandon her.
She even planned that once she felt better, she would sell this residence and take Xiao Tang to live elsewhere.
