When Chi Jiao approached, Zou Xingxing tried her best to hold on, her eyes greedily taking in her face.
"Jiaojiao, I… I never harmed you…" Zou Xingxing was going to use her remaining strength to say these words. "I didn't really want to hurt the people around you, either. I… I was just too afraid that they would hurt you. I want to tell you that I'm sorry."
Chi Jiao quickly took out some medicine and stuffed it into her mouth. "Stop talking. I'll bring you to the hospital."
Even though Zou Xingxing looked beyond hope, she couldn't just stand by and watch as she died.
It was because of her that Zou Xingxing became like this.
She wasn't a saint. But she wasn't heartless.
She would still be sad if someone sacrificed her life for her.
However, Zou Xingxing spat out the medicine. She could no longer swallow anything.
