"I won't drink this vile stuff, and I won't turn into a monster like you!" Jing Shu roared and knocked over the crystal vial in front of her. Rust-colored liquid spilled across the floor. Si Ming bent down to pick it up, his eyes full of pain and helplessness. His voice was still gentle as he stroked Jing Shu's forehead and said, word by word, "More than worrying about you becoming a monster like me, I care whether you'll survive, and stay alive with me. Do you remember the promise we made when we were young? You said you'd watch the snow fall with me when we turned thirty."
