Ye Wangyao's blood was filled with the poison given by his mother.
The antidote is hidden in Fang Shubai's experimental diary.
There is poison in your blood.
Fang Shubai's fingers stroked Ye Wangyao's veins, and the white coat was stained with red ink, like a withered rose.
I know what the antidote is.
The back of Ye Wangyao's neck was pressed against the edge of the experimental table, and the smell of disinfectant was mixed with a hint of the sweetness of bitter almonds.
Want to try it?
This dangerous game started with conspiracy,
Whoever falls first will lose.
Maybe, I lost completely from the beginning.
Concept: freedom, youth, growth