When I slit my wrist to kill myself,
Gu Zhenyan was at my home proposing to my half-sister.
He stormed back to his residence and swept the blood-stopping powder the physician had prescribed for me onto the floor.
“Yin Qingluan, even if you want to die, you’ll have to wait until after I marry Qingyao.”
I numbly swallowed the metallic sweetness rising in my throat.
“Then hurry up! Better yet, get married tomorrow.”
After all, I wanted to die as soon as possible!
I’d tested medicines for him for three years,
and my body was now riddled with poison from all those drugs.
I couldn’t afford to wait any longer!
