"From now on, I, Ya Shitian, have nothing to do with you!"
Ye Anqi's eyes flickered.
Really...
If there were a next time, was he truly planning to let go completely?
The feelings in Ye Anqi's heart were complex.
It was both a relief and a sadness.
Because there really would be a next time...
As long as she hadn't gone back, there would always be a next time.
Ya Shitian suddenly lay gently beside her, looking at the ceiling, "Tell me, will there be a next time?"
"..."
"But I won't give you that chance."
With that, he pulled her hand over, revealing her pale arm.
Ya Shitian looked up, clumsily and shakily inserting the needle into her arm.
He didn't aim right, causing Ye Anqi to frown in pain.
He pushed the syringe, a bit of the drug was pushed in, but it didn't go into the vein, causing Ye Anqi's arm to swell painfully.
