Song Anqi saw his complexion was off and hurriedly supported him, "Jinhan, how are you? Is there something wrong with your body?"
"Mm." He responded, still pressing his right hand against his chest.
Deep in his chest, it felt as if countless ants were scratching, both painful and itchy, with unbearable agony hitting him repeatedly, and each time intensifying.
Having endured countless torments, he wouldn't mistake it—
This was the precursor to the Blood Curse Poison acting up!
But it was still two days until the full moon night; why would the Blood Curse Poison act up early?
Could it be true as Elder Rong said, that because the antidote to break the curse has been delayed for so long, his life...
In the midst of his pondering, a sharp pain struck, like an iron saw tearing at his flesh, accompanied by an irresistible high fever, sweeping in like waves.
Water!
He needed water!
