"Go. I don't need your antidote. Death is coming for me anyway; sooner or later makes no difference."
Qin Tie gestured toward the door, indicating that Xiao Zeyu should leave. He slumped onto the bed's edge, appearing to age years in mere moments.
"Do you have a picture of your daughter?"
Qin Tie's display of despair didn't easily sway Xiao Zeyu. He cut to the chase and asked for a portrait. Even if it were a trap, a prepared portrait would be a likely part of it, but he needed to confirm.
"Of course, it's right here!"
At the mention of the portrait, Qin Tie's eyes sparked to life. He hurriedly rummaged through his bag and produced the image.
Xiao Zeyu unfurled the portrait and examined it. The young girl pictured was wearing a pink dress and stood serenely beside a lotus pond. She was gorgeous, her face adorned with a gentle smile. Framed by the backdrop of blossoming lotus flowers, she seemed almost ethereal.
