She slowly raised her hand, wanting to touch the face, but her vision suddenly became clear, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly lowered her hand.

Lu Jingchi supported her, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in her mouth. Jiang Lan closed her eyes and turned her head to the side.

The man's eyes darkened, and his hand on Jiang Lan's shoulder turned and pinched her jaw. Jiang Lan was in pain and had to open her mouth.

The warm porridge slipped into her mouth instantly, causing her to cough repeatedly, and she coughed up most of the porridge.

The cough was so painful that even rice particles got into her nose, which made her eyes gradually turn red.

Jiang Lan's face was pale, and the red eyes made him look particularly obvious and attractive.

Like a swaying rose in bloom in a dry desert.

Lu Jingchi kept his face expressionless. He didn't care whether she coughed or not, and poured porridge into her mouth one spoonful at a time.

Jiang Lan raised her weak hand to push the bowl in his hand, but her whole body was soft, and her fingers fell on his arm, as if she was stroking him.

In desperation, she gritted her teeth and refused to drink the porridge he brought.

The man pinched her chin with such force that it seemed like he was going to crush her bones.

Jiang Lan finally couldn't bear the pain and had to open her mouth again. He patiently scooped another spoonful of porridge and poured it into her mouth.

Jiang Lan finally gave up and swallowed the porridge in his mouth resignedly.

The room became quiet except for the sound of clinking bowls and spoons.

When the bowl of porridge bottomed out, Lu Jingchi put down the bowl and Jiang Lan, got up and prepared to leave.

Before he even lifted his feet, Jiang Lan grabbed the corner of his windbreaker.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at her calmly with his calm eyes.

Jiang Lan looked at him with tears in her eyes, looking extremely pitiful.

She opened her mouth and squeezed out two words: "Get out, go..."

"What are you doing out there?"

"Li, Zhang..."

Lu Jingchi pinched the corner of his clothes and pulled him back violently. Jiang Lan's hands were free and fell weakly on the bed.

Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out.

Jiang Lan dragged her weak body down from the bed. Before she could stand firmly, her feet became weak and she fell heavily to the ground.

Using her hands and feet, she struggled to climb out toward the door, trying to catch up with him.

But before reaching the door, the bedroom door was closed.

Jiang Lan lay on the cold floor, staring at the door, tears finally falling from her eyes.

Why...she didn't understand why Lu Jingchi did this to herself.

He can be so tolerant and doting towards Xia Yan, but yet so cold and unfeeling towards her.

He doesn't love her, but he refuses to let her go.

Nowadays, even leaving this house has become a luxury.

What did she do wrong...

Jiang Lan bit the back of his hand, crawled on the ground, and cried silently, heart-wrenchingly.

The hopeless fatigue came to her again. She turned her head slightly and glanced at the dishes on the bedside.

She stared at the bowl with intense eyes, and her breath gradually became faster.

When she came to her senses, she had climbed to the head of the bed and grabbed the tray.

She pulled gently, the tray flipped over, and the dishes fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.

Jiang Lan tremblingly grabbed the fragments on the ground and pointed the sharp edge at his wrist.

Without any hesitation, the sharp fragments pressed against her skin and she slashed with all her strength.

There was no blood at all, just the flesh was cut open, and the red flesh and blood inside was vaguely visible.
Chapter completed!