C293 Would Rather be a Widow

Zhuo Junli comforted her gently.

But as he spoke, the black blood from the corner of his mouth slowly dripped onto the side of her face, the collar, and the corner of her clothes.

"Jun... Away... Jun Li? "

The pain in her body caused her to break out in cold sweat, but she could still feel the faint fragrance coming from his mouth. It was the same smell as hers.

The smell of poisonous grass