Tang Rao silently recited in his heart.
"Tang Rao, I know this isn't your fault, it's Ke Xin who's troubling you. I won't blame you, Ke Xin won't blame you either, don't worry."
Zhang Kexin chose to commit suicide to forget Tang Rao. If she's not afraid of death, what is there to fear?
Surely, it was because she liked Tang Rao too much, couldn't control her feelings, and was afraid of troubling him, that Zhang Kexin chose this path.
"Is Zhang Kexin foolish?"
Tang Rao threw out a sentence and rushed to Zhang Kexin's room.
In the boudoir, the difference between men and women was ignored. The doctor checked Zhang Kexin's injuries and shook his head repeatedly.
Batch after batch of doctors were powerless, and Zhang Kexin's last breath was slowly fading away.
"Doctor, how is Zhang Kexin's condition? Has the poison been neutralized?"
Inside was deathly silent, Tang Rao never imagined meeting Zhang Kexin again in such a setting.
