Tai Leng Han Gives Himself a 'Pep Talk'

A sour taste flooded his throat, slid down into his stomach, and began to churn Tai Leng Han's already unhealthy gut. A sharp, lingering pain made Tai Leng Han frown slightly.

Tai Leng Han was in such pain that sweat beaded on his forehead. He clenched his hands, his eyes fixed on the liquid in the glass, his mind once again spiraling into chaotic thoughts.

[*This drink is so sour. If I drink it all, will I get stomach bleeding again? My stomach is already starting to hurt a little.*]
[*But this is the drink Wan Rou made herself. She even brought it here personally for me. How can I leave any of it?*]
[*If Wan Rou knew I left her drink unfinished, she would definitely be very sad, very heartbroken, maybe even feel wronged.*]
[*But if I drink this and get stomach bleeding, will it make Wan Rou feel guilty? She's so kind-hearted...*]
[*Should I secretly pour it out?*]
[*No! Tai Leng Han, this is Wan Rou's effort and sincerity. If you dare to pour it out, you're worse than a dog.*]
[*Ugh, don't compare yourself to a dog, Ha Ha won't be happy. You're nowhere near as adorable as Ha Ha.*]
[*What should I do now? Drink it all or not?*]
[*Think, Tai Leng Han, compare your rotten stomach to Wan Rou's effort and sincerity. Which one is more precious?*]
[*Damn it! You've been thinking about this for so long! Drink it! You must drink it! You have to drink every last drop! Even if you die, you must finish this drink. This is Wan Rou's effort and sincerity. Not a single drop must be left!*]
[*Come on, Tai Leng Han! Stomach pain will pass. If it doesn't, take some medicine, or secretly go to the hospital. Absolutely do not betray Wan Rou's sincerity and effort!*]

Tai Leng Han gave himself a "pep talk" for a while, then resolutely picked up the glass and brought it to his mouth, taking sips. It was so sweet. Not sweet in his mouth, but in Tai Leng Han's heart, it was a hundred times sweeter than the faint honey taste in the drink, overpowering the sourness on his tongue.

Meanwhile, outside the room, behind a closed door, Zhao Wan Rou was covering her mouth with both hands to stifle her sobs. In fact, Zhao Wan Rou had already left for a while. Nevertheless, she felt guilty and uneasy about such an act that harmed another person's health and body. At the same time, her habitually kind-hearted rationality made her realize that if she avenged the cruel Tai Leng Han of her previous life by harming the innocent Tai Leng Han of this life, wouldn't she be just as ruthless as he was in her previous life?

So Zhao Wan Rou quickly rushed back. She wanted to confess to Tai Leng Han that she had put a lot of lemon juice in the drink and prevent him from drinking it. However, as she approached the door, Zhao Wan Rou heard Tai Leng Han's inner voice echoing in her ears. Thus, Tai Leng Han's worries and struggles about whether to drink or not, about his attitude towards her effort and sincerity, about comparing himself to her, and finally his decision that he would rather harm his own health than betray her sincerity and effort... all echoed in Zhao Wan Rou's ears, moving her to tears.