What?
There was no antidote for AR?
Feng Lingxue's heart froze. She suddenly recalled how Gu Mohan had gazed at Tang Mo'er with such undying love. What were they going to do if there was no antidote to AR?
…
The next morning.
Gu Mohan slowly opened his eyes. His deep, narrow eyes landed on the chandelier above him. It took him another two seconds to focus.
His fever had subsided.
He was wearing a clean set of silk pajamas. He felt full of energy, completely different from when he was sick yesterday.
He frowned as an image suddenly appeared in his mind. It seemed like Mo'er had visited him yesterday.
Maybe he had just been dreaming.
Maybe she hadn't been here at all.
Gu Mohan's lips curved up self-deprecatingly as bitterness seeped from his heart. He ripped the sheets off himself and got off the bed.
At this moment, his mobile phone vibrated. There was an incoming call.
