Hong Zhuang did not move, her voice somewhat weak, "There's no need for such redundant efforts. Trespassing into the Netherworld Palace is a capital offense, even if I survive tonight, the ultimate outcome won't change."
Baili An paused to think, then said earnestly, "This is what your sister entrusted me to deliver to you."
Those simple words instantly brightened her well-like eyes, and Hong Zhuang looked at him with hopeful anticipation, "Really?"
Baili An nodded, "Really."
Hong Zhuang's lips curved into a shallow, contented smile as she obligingly swallowed down the Changchun Pill.
She was like a child who had been neglected for a long time and suddenly received a piece of candy, her heart satisfyingly content despite her injuries.
After eating a Changchun Pill, Hong Zhuang's complexion visibly gained more color, and the bloody gash on her cheek, though not healed, gradually stopped bleeding.
