"This bowl of soup will kill you." I stared at the porcelain bowl shaking in Shen Yurou's hand, and the severe pain of dying in my previous life suddenly surged in my throat.
"What did sister say?" Shen Yurou rubbed her fingertips on the edge of the bowl, her white clothes covered with honey-colored light by the candlelight, "Are you afraid of the bitterness? I deliberately put more rock sugar." The poison in her eyes was about to overflow, just like when she poured poison into me in her previous life, she said the cruelest words with the sweetest smile.
