"How is it?" Yan Ting stood at Qiao Yuxian's door and grabbed Huang Qi's arm as he came out to ask.
Seeing how anxious he was, Huang Qi sighed lightly and said, "The poison in her body has suddenly progressed..."
There was more he wanted to say, but his lips moved without voicing it.
Last night, Qiao Yuxian returned to her room on her own. They knew she wanted to be alone, so they didn't disturb her.
But early in the morning, before it was light, Qiao Yuxian suddenly called Yan Ting's phone.
Yan Ting hadn't slept all night and was just about to rest for a while when he saw her call and answered immediately.
After answering, he didn't hear her speak, only her very soft breathing.
He called her name twice, but she didn't respond, so he rushed over at once.
The door was kicked open by him.
At that time, Qiao Yuxian was collapsed beside the bed, her consciousness already blurred, with the phone thrown by her side.
