“If I Were you, I would leave some of the antidote so that I won’t make mistakes again.”Dudian indifferently said as he looked at Richelieu.
Richelieu was a bit sober after listening to Dudian’s words. However the comfortable feeling of inhaling the antidote made him reluctant to stop. He took another breath and gently exhaled, at this moment he was able to skillfully expel the excess smoke. He didn’t choke until tears flowed down his face. He couldn’t help but want to take another sip after he exhaled. He used his fingers to extinguish the burning paper but there was still a faint smoke coming out.
He felt a pity as he saw the smoke drifting away. He spat a few mouthfuls of saliva onto the paper. He put out the fire and put it into his pocket as if nothing had happened.
Dudian saw his little action and felt a sense of pity, but he didn’t show it, he said: “It’s late. You should rest first. I will send someone to call you at seven o’clock. You can sleep in my study room.”