After a long silence, he finally found it difficult to speak, his voice hoarse as he asked, "How much longer does she have to live?"
"At most a month."
Thirty days.
Their time left was just a short... thirty days...
Rong Shaoze's gaze became frighteningly dark as he regained his composure and asked in a deep voice, "Do you really not know where she's gone?"
Tao Hua said apologetically, "I don't know. She said she wanted to die quietly, without letting anyone know, so she didn't tell me either. I'm sorry... I should have told you about this earlier. If you want to blame someone, blame me."
"Who did this?!" the man asked ominously.
"Qiao Yiyang. He had the antidote, but unfortunately, he's already dead," said Tao Hua with great regret.
Rong Shaoze's body swayed, and he suddenly burst into loud laughter.
His laughter was thick with pain and despair.
