On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing has been listening quietly, without saying a word.

Qiao Que kneaded the pillow in her hand and continued: "But I'm not sad, I said it at the beginning, this is my wishful thinking, but what makes me feel very angry is that he can tell me his identity in advance, but Instead of watching me perform like this alone, the whereabouts I have tried so hard to hide are full of flaws in the eyes of others, and I think I am very funny."

"He can clearly tell me that he is a blood-sealed throat tree, and I will not leave because of it, but he chooses to watch silently until he feels that I can really bear his poison. Come back to me after I run away."

"Is he looking for me? Or the person who can withstand his poison?"