"The smell of arsenic will haunt me until my death."
I suddenly grabbed the wrist that was used to feed the medicine, and the porcelain spoon clattered to the ground. The moment Lu Mingjin's pupils shrank suddenly, the cramping pain from the previous life's poison was still burned into his bone marrow - it was this hand with clear joints that gently wiped away the blood on my lips, and poured the poisonous wine into my throat with his own hands.
