Her heart was ... vicious?

Hong Jin blinked, and her eyes turned red immediately. She shook her head in panic. "I didn't play tricks. Elder brother Ming, I really want to cure her. Please believe me!"

Hong Jin's chin was pinched, and she was forced to raise her head to look at the face in front of her eyes.

"Believe you? I shouldn't have trusted you a long time ago. Hong Jin. How many tricks do you have in mind? Did you deliberately delay it even though you could cure Yun'er long ago?"

Hong Jin felt like the world was spinning.

How could he think about her like this?

Her heart was trembling. Hong Jin took a step back and broke free from Nie Cangming's shackles. Her voice was trembling slightly as she explained. "Elder brother Ming, you should know that there's no cure for the Broken Spirit Powder. I've tried my best to keep her alive till now ..."

Suddenly, her face felt a spasm of pain. Hong Jin became dizzy because of the slap and she fell to the ground.

"Hong Jin, don't forget. I told you to cure her!"

These words were cold and merciless, but they seemed to burn Hong Jin's heart on the flames. Although it had been a year, the despair that she had felt before still lingered in her heart.

"Hong Jin, you obviously have an antidote. As long as you hand over the Silkworm, Yun'er will be safe and sound. Curing Yun'er's illness can't be delayed. Don't force me!"

Hong Jin's eyes widened as one hand fiercely clutched at her chest.

Her heart hurt.

The pain made her unable to breathe.

The cold air on the ground seeped into her throat, and a sense of nausea rolled up from her stomach. She lay helplessly on the ground and retched.

"Ahem ... Eldest brother Nie, don't force her. This is Yun'er's fate ..."

A muffled cough came from inside the curtain. The woman in yellow opened the curtain and staggered out. Even though she had been suffering from the illness for a long time, she did not make others feel bad about her health.

It was as if she was born with dignity and elegance.

Nie Cangming frowned. "Yun'er, lie down and rest. No matter what, I will definitely cure you."

He looked sideways, and the coldness in his eyes deepened. "What are you still standing there for? Go make some medicine!"

Hong Jin got up from the ground and forced herself to stand up straight with a chair on the side.

She moved her lips and wanted to say something. But she looked at his eyes and did not say anything in the end.

However, when she reached the corner, she subconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

It had been a year.

Why did time pass so quickly?!

Hong Jin raised her head, but her tears could not help but run down her eyelids. She wiped her face in panic and was relieved to see that there was no one around her.

The smell of medicine in the pharmacy was very strong, and the smell in the air made the people feel bitter. After chasing everyone out, Hong Jin prepared all kinds of herbs to start decocting medicine.

The flames sparkled in her eyes.

Hong Jin squatted at the side and stared blankly for a long time. When she saw steam rise from the medicine pot, she walked to the table beside her and took out a knife hidden in it.

The strips of cloth wrapped around her forearm were torn off, and the bloody wound was exposed in the air. Hong Jin gasped in pain.

She was so painful.

She was most afraid of pain. In the past, when she was in Poison Valley, her master used to laugh at her because of this. At that time, she had never thought that this day would come. She even had said that with the tendresse of the master and Elder brother Ming, no one would dare to hurt her in this lifetime.

However, her master died...

The one who forced her to suffer was the one who had said that he wanted to protect her and take care of her.