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Mo Ran had made up her mind to stick it out until dawn with them, as she could glean a bit of information from their conversation. They wanted her to confess before daylight, and as long as she lasted until dawn, she should be fine.
As time slowly passed, the feeling of panic grew stronger. Mo Ran’s breathing became increasingly difficult; every cell in her body seemed to be craving something.
It was like a stranded fish gasping for oxygen.
Sweat continuously slid down, and her lips began to tremble, turning black.
"She doesn’t seem right,"
"She must be at her limit. Don’t mind her, keep going, she has to sign the confession tonight."
The craving grew more and more intense; she knew what it was—she was craving for Black Angel!
Her body started trembling, and Mo Ran bit her lip hard, struggling to control the restlessness inside her.
"Looks like she can hardly take it anymore, keep going."
They didn’t know her condition and thought that by treating her this way, her body couldn’t take it anymore.
It was unbearable, really unbearable, and growing worse by the minute.
So this was what Gu Yixuan felt like when the poison took effect. Only by experiencing it firsthand could she understand the extent of his agony.
She had only taken the drug once, and her reaction wasn’t as severe as his, but even so, she couldn’t bear it, let alone him.
"Aaah—" Mo Ran threw back her head and let out a loud scream, her body violently shaking, like a trapped beast in its death throes.
Her wrists rubbed against the hard handcuffs, immediately breaking the skin.
"What’s wrong with her?" she heard someone say in a panic.
"Don’t know, hold her down, don’t let her move around. Make sure she doesn’t get any injuries."
"Aaah—" Mo Ran was in so much pain that she couldn’t be held down by just one person, it took two to keep her firmly in place.
"Ah—medicine—medicine—" Her mind was gone; all she wanted was the drug, just to stop the pain.
"Does she have some illness? She’s not going to die, is she?"
That person hesitated for a moment, "Send her back to the detention room. If she does have some illness, it’s best if she dies in there."
Mo Ran was forcefully sent back to the detention room. With no one to hold her, she clutched her body, writhing on the floor in agony.
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