He took the poisoned wine one cup at a time, she poured it again, and he drank it again, until the cup was empty. His expression remained unchanged as he secretly looked at the frightened lie in her eyes. . . . . .
She walked forward slowly, with a panicked smile on her lips. He was secretly happy, did she regret it? Is she going to tell herself the truth? His chest hurt, and he saw the man behind her smiling coldly and smugly. He was disappointed, and he forgot to avoid it. . . . . . He didn't want to escape. In this life, he had gambled his most precious things time and time again and lost everything. At this moment, he is just a gambler who has nothing to lose.
If he could do it all over again, he promised that he would never fall in love with her again.
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