There was a surge of fishy sweetness in my throat again. I didn't want to make myself a laughingstock in front of them. So I tried to suppress it.
"It's none of your business!"
The moment I turned around, I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Robbie, to make me sympathize with you, you worked hard. You even got a fake blood bag!"
Although I didn't turn around, I could sense how indifferent he was.
The two of them were further and further away from me. My vision blurred.
Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer. Then I collapsed.
