1744. What you don't bring with you when you are born and can't take with you when you die.

Qiaoxu obediently nodded her head, not wanting Lu Moqing to worry too much about her, so she lay down quietly on the bed.

Remembering the moment she fell down from the escalator this time, the feeling of her legs stiffening was much clearer than the previous two times.

Since that time when Gu Junhao made her drink that potion, she had gone more than two months without an attack. She thought the medicine had really suppressed the drug effects, but she didn't expect that this time the reaction would be stronger than ever before.

Muqing was not a fool. He only needed to check the surveillance at the time to find out that something was wrong. How was she going to explain to him?

Or should she keep it from him like before?

But obviously, she wouldn't be able to keep this from him this time. If she didn't tell him, would he worry even more?

Qiaoxu frowned, her face showing a bit of distress.