As he unscrewed the medicine bottle, Si Wuxie inadvertently noticed the strange expression on Xiang Anning's face in his arms!
He shivered slightly, immediately regaining his composure!
How could Anning possibly tell him to die? Even if the old lady in his arms really was Anning, and even if she was truly scared, her love for him was so great that she would surely wish for his well-being, just as he wished for hers, and would never tell him to die together with her.
Suspiciously, he looked at the person in his arms, "You're not Anning, are you?"
Si Wuxie loosened his grip on the old lady in his arms, "Who are you? Why do you want me dead?"
"Ha... I thought you loved Anning so much, but in the end, you can't bear to die!"
The voice from the old lady on the sofa was still Anning's, but the tone had entirely changed.
