As Yun Ya's words fell, Gan Wei'er instinctively took a step back, "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Yun Ya smiled, "I'll give you a chance. These two bottles, pick one."
Life or death, there's only a fifty percent chance. Gan Wei'er hated the feeling of her life being in someone else's hands; it was utterly awful.
She bit her lip and wavered between the two bottles, her focus once on the green bottle and then on the white bottle, finally gritting her teeth and grasping the white bottle in her hand.
"Have you chosen?"
Gan Wei'er hesitated for a moment, opened the bottle stopper, and inside was some white powder. She gritted her teeth slightly, tilted her head back, and poured the powder into her mouth.
No taste, it felt a bit astringent, and instantly dissolved upon contact with saliva, turning sticky.
Gan Wei'er threw the bottle to the ground, staring wide-eyed at Yun Ya.
