Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Ye Xiaoying was overjoyed.
But in the next moment, all the joy on her face disappeared, replaced by a bitter smile full of self-mockery.
Shaking her head, Ye Xiaoying said, "Don't lie to me, I don't need such comfort from you. You've said it before, the cold poison in me won't be easy to clear up in just a few years."
"I did say that, and indeed, using normal means, it's quite difficult." Ye Xuan smiled, "But difficult doesn't mean impossible."
Ye Xiaoying was startled and looked sharply at Ye Xuan, "You have a solution?"
Ye Xuan touched his nose, looking speechless, "Isn't that obvious? Without a solution, would I suddenly say such things?"
Ye Xiaoying stood up, her face full of urgency, "What solution?"
That damned cold poison, she had really had enough of it.
Especially today with the reunion of old friends, the disturbance and pain caused by the cold poison to Ye Xiaoying became even more intense.
