Gong Shirao said, "I think you've misunderstood. The reason I came is to hope you could consider the fact that he's the man you love and give him the antidote..."
If Ou Yimo didn't love Zhan Nanjue, she wouldn't have to text him on his wedding day.
"Him?" Ou Yimo looked at Gong Shirao with a complex expression, "What do you mean? Why does he need the antidote? Are you saying he's infected?"
Gong Shirao nodded.
Ou Yimo laughed coldly, "Ha, do you think I would believe you!? Gong Shirao, you're truly disgusting, stop lying to me. How could he possibly be infected!"
Gong Shirao said, "I'm not lying to you, he is really infected. The virus was injected into my body by you, and you should know that it spreads through the blood. I had contact with his blood..."
"I know I don't have much time left, but he is innocent. Ou Yimo, give him the antidote. Just consider how much you love him and how well he's treated you over the years."
Ou Yimo listened, staring into Gong Shirao's eyes.
