When I slit my wrist to kill myself, Gu Zhenyan was at my home proposing to my half-sister. He stormed back to the manor and swept the hemostatic powder the physician had prescribed for me onto the floor. “Yin Qingluan, even if you want to die, you’ll have to wait until I’ve married Qingyao.” I mechanically swallowed the metallic sweetness rising in my throat. “Then hurry up! You’d better get married tomorrow.” After all, I wanted to die as soon as possible! I’d been testing medicines for him for three years, and poison had long since permeated my body. I couldn’t wait much longer!
