However, she was currently feeling intensely unwell. Her stomach churned like a tempest, and she felt that if she vomited any more, she would surely bring up her own bile. Forget about lasting until she reached her brother; she feared she would die of dehydration within two days.
"Forget it. If someone really wanted to kill me, they wouldn't need poison."
With this thought, Yan Mo'er gritted her teeth and swallowed the pill Chiyun had given her.
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