Does she have something to do when she comes to him?
Aldana Candi silently raised her head and looked at Philip Shaw.
She asked, "How did you get poisoned?"
"I don't remember very clearly," he lazily sat down and picked up a small strand of her long hair from her shoulder, twirling it around his index finger playfully, his voice indifferent, "It seems to have happened during a shootout, someone plotted against me, and a small vial was injected through the artery. Although most of the toxin was promptly cleared, it was too late." He sighed lightly, appearing somewhat regretful, "Perhaps I deserved it."
Aldana Candi all of a sudden grasped a finger, unable to suppress her anguish and asked, "Is there really no way to find an antidote?"
