She lowered her head, sniffed, and whispered: "I'm living a good life now, Qing Ye, it's not as bad as you think... But if you refuse to take the antidote, how can you let me feel at ease?"
"Xiao Ran, who... is that person?" Qing Ye opened her eyes and looked at Qiao Ran desperately.
This was the most painful and depressing thing for Qing Ye. Not only was he unable to protect Qiao Ran, but he also made Qiao Ran feel wronged because of him.
He couldn't even imagine what the meaning of living like this was...
He would rather die than die...
Qiao Ran looked at Qing Ye blankly, opened his lips slightly, and said in a soft voice: "The class leader... told you?"
Qing Ye laughed softly and smiled, tears slowly flowing down from the corners of his eyes. It was the first time he shed tears in front of Qiao Ran. Even when the poison was attacking, even when the pain was worse than death, he He had never cried before, but at this moment, he almost suppressed his cry, "Xiao Ran... I beg you... don't do this to yourself for me... okay... I'll die, I'd rather die..."
Qiao Ran's tears fell silently. She slowly knelt down by the bed, grabbed Qing Ye's hand tightly, and said every word with force: "Don't die, Qing Ye, I want to You swear, no one has cheated on me, there really is no... that person... who is... very nice to me."
It was so good that she felt ashamed.
But what she said made Qing Ye so painful that he couldn't even speak. He couldn't laugh or cry, "Those games played by dignitaries...can you afford it? Will you always be good to you? You trusted me so much back then." Troupe leader, doesn’t he want to feed you poisonous wine as soon as he turns around?”
Qiao Ran looked at Qing Ye blankly, speechless...
For a moment, she was confused, but it was only for a moment. She soon figured it out. Shengbian Mo was different from other rich people...
Qiao Ran shook her head vigorously. She tried hard to explain to Qing Ye that he was different, he was really different.
But Qingye looked at her and smiled desperately: "What about me... Xiaoran, what should I do?"
Qiao Ran was suddenly speechless.
"You want me to watch you because I'm going to be with someone else, don't you?"
Qiao Ran pursed her lips and couldn't say a word.
"Then, I'm just going to live an ignoble existence while I wait for you to send me the antidote from time to time, right?"
Qing Ye spoke calmly, and suddenly laughed softly again. His voice was still so hoarse, as if he was about to die at any time: "Then what am I living for..."
"I do it for Xiaoran, and I work hard to live well every day, but if Xiaoran can't live well for myself, how can I live..."
Qiao Ran lowered his head, still holding the bottle of antidote in his hand, and said softly, "Then just live for yourself, okay?"
Qing Ye stared at her for a long time, slowly closed her eyes, and said softly: "Okay."
She personally fed him the antidote, and Qing Ye obediently opened his mouth to eat it, but neither of them spoke during the whole process.
Qiao Ran finally stood up from the bed with great difficulty, "I... I'm leaving."
Qing Ye closed her eyes and said "ok" again.
After Qiao Ran left, Qing Ye slowly spit out the antidote from her mouth again, this time crushing it completely.
(End of chapter)