An Nanjing glanced at A’Leng and slowly clenched her fists.

Yang Ye grinned, “Miss A’Leng, you’re not planning on getting it by force, right?”

She pulled her hand away, glanced at her palm, and spoke softly, “To be honest, I did have such a thought. You may not be aware of it but this sickness of mine is impossible to cure even with Primordial Violet Energy. Primordial Violet Energy is only able to slow down its progress.”

She glanced at him and continued, “But if I have Primordial Violet Energy with me, I’ll have much, much more time. In that way, I’ll have time to look for another way.”

Yang Ye smiled, “So, you plan to use force, right?”

She gazed at him for a long time and cracked a smile, “Young Master Yang, are we friends?”

Yang Ye shook his head.

Friends?

They couldn’t be considered as friends!

A’Leng chuckled, and then she suddenly started coughing. It took her a while to stop coughing.

She smiled, “Young Master Yang, I really...

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