Watching Jing Zhiyue pouring gasoline, Qin Qin's expression changed immediately, "You're insane, Jing Zhiyue!"
She was completely drained of strength, even lacking the energy to lift her hand. This time, Jing Zhiyue's drug was indeed potent; it seemed that in order to capture her, she had really gone to great lengths.
Jing Zhiyue's eyes were tinged with a slight blood-red hue, and her face, covered in scar tissue, was twisted and terrifying. "Yes, I am insane. Of course, I am, as long as you die with me, I am content."
What meaning was there for her to live now? The person she loved the most wished her dead, everyone else despised her. What point was there in living? It was better to die. To be able to die alongside the person she hated most in this lifetime satisfied her!
Throwing away the can, Jing Zhiyue walked up to Qin Qin, "Do you think... do you think we will meet again in our next life?!"
