If she really couldn't kick the habit, he would take Black Angel himself and bear the pain with her, slowly dying together.
Gu Yixuan stretched out his hand to caress her face, his eyes tender. Mo Ran had been tormented until she had hardly any strength left, she weakly leaned in his arms, drenched in sweat.
Her eyes remained closed, never opening, and her voice could hardly make any sound.
She felt so weak that even struggling seemed like a luxury, only able to breathe heavily, as if lacking oxygen.
Gu Yixuan knew she was going through withdrawal, and after enduring it a while longer, she would get through it.
"Ranran, can you hear my voice?" he asked softly.
"You have to be strong. Once you're free of Black Angel, we'll get married, okay? Wherever you want to go, we'll go. I will always be with you, never to part."
Gu Yixuan's eyes were gentle, the cold and ruthless him had never shown so much tenderness before.
