Han Xi slept lightly and felt someone coming in in her half-dreaming state. She thought it was a patient and quickly straightened up from the table, only to see Lin Weiyang's face full of hatred.
Han Xi's heart trembled with an inexplicable sense of foreboding: "What are you doing here?"
Under the light, Lin Weiyang's delicate face curled into a slow, sinister smile, her words as venomous as if they were poisoned: "I've come to destroy you. If you get infected with HIV, do you think Jing Han would still want to touch you?"
Lin Weiyang laughed crazily, her laughter as terrifying as a ghost in the midnight.
Han Xi's gaze fell on the syringe full of blood in Lin Weiyang's hand: "Don't do anything crazy. There are so many people here, you won't succeed."
Lin Weiyang raised the syringe and fiercely stabbed it toward Han Xi.
