"Tell me, Nineteen, what medication are you taking? Is your illness not better yet?" Tang Qingxue held up the bottle in questioning, realizing now that things were not as simple as she had previously thought.
"Leave, whatever this medication is, it's none of your business!" Yin Hun the Nineteenth still had his back to her.
"Fine, you won't say, then I'll take these pills for testing. I will find out what kind of medication this is," Tang Qingxue stated firmly.
"It's useless, I've tried to test these pills without success, do whatever you want!" Yin Hun the Nineteenth said flatly.
"You don't even know what medication you're taking??"
Tang Qingxue was stunned. Yin Hun the Nineteenth turned to glance at her, "What relation do the pills I take have with you?"
A cold and distant sentence struck her passion down to freezing point, tears suddenly welled up at the corners of her eyes.
