Chapter 25
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Schilling's Shadow took it without hesitation. Just as she was about to open the bottle, a pair of cold, white hands pressed down on her hands.
She raised her head and looked at him.
His expression was as cold as ice, as if he had returned to the cold and emotionless man she had met for the first time.
"The effect of the Marrow Cleansing Pill is very strong. It's like a flame burning your meridians. If you can't endure it, you'll die." And she didn't have any fighting aura to protect herself. That was what worried him the most.
Schilling's Shadow smiled sweetly. Her facial features were plain, but her smile gave off her unique charm.
It was a smile that combined confidence, calmness, and elegance. It was a smile that was unique to Schilling's Shadow.
Di Shifan's eyes flickered. He had only met her today, but he felt as if he had known her for a long time. He hadn't seen all of her features.
She could be cunning, cute, calm, cold, and tenacious. How many women in this world could be like her?
Schilling's Shadow pushed his hand away and said nonchalantly, "I've already died once. What's there to be afraid of?"
As she said this, she raised her head and swallowed the Marrow Cleansing Pill handsomely. The smile on her face was plain yet charming.
Soon, Schilling's Shadow realized that she had been lying … the Marrow Cleansing Pill wouldn't kill her. It would only make her wish for death, until she wanted to commit suicide.
That kind of pain was like being cut by a sharp knife or burned by a raging fire. In just a few seconds, she was sweating profusely and her skin was burning.
But even so, she didn't make a sound. She slowly crouched down and curled up. Her body started to tremble violently.
At that moment, dirty water seeped out of her skin. Those were the impurities in her body.
Seeing this, she revealed a weak but bright smile.
As long as she could get rid of the impurities in her body, so what if she had to suffer a little?
In this continent, being weak would only lead to more suffering.
Compared to the suffering she would have to suffer in the future, this little bit of suffering was nothing.
Her weak, pale, and sweaty little face shone with a different light because of the pair of firm, black eyes.
Di Shifan sat coldly by the side, coldly watching her tormented appearance. His cold pupils constricted, as if they were trembling slightly.
A sudden pain struck her chest, catching her off guard. Xi Nuoying bit down hard on her lower lip, a faint trickle of blood staining her white red lips, bewitchingly bright red like a rose floating in the water.
Di Shifan's body moved, suddenly he bent one knee and placed it on the ground, silently hugging her.
Schilling's Shadow looked up and shook his head firmly. She didn't need his sympathy.
Di Shifan ignored her and took her into his arms. Only then did he realize how badly she was trembling.
At a time like this, the last thing he needed was warmth, and Schilling's Shadow refused to accept this fatal warmth.
People would become weak when they couldn't control their hearts, and she didn't want that kind of weakness.
She used all her remaining strength to push him away, but no matter how hard she tried, he was as immovable as a mountain.
Schilling's Shadow was very angry, but she was also angry to find that she was already surrounded by his warmth … She couldn't bear to let go.
The black impurities were expelled from her body along with her cold sweat, splashing onto his gorgeous white robes like ink. But he didn't even frown. He just held her quietly.
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