The lights were dim last night, and he didn't notice that there were so many scars on her body, and they didn't seem to be caused by the same tool.

When Ling Yu saw the scars, he took a deep breath and couldn't help but want to grab Feng Yu's clothes and ask: "What on earth did you do to her?"

In the end, he endured it. He did not look at the body with blasphemous eyes. He just observed the wound with a doctor's eyes and helped her treat it.

On the other side, Feng Yu turned around and looked at Mo Yan, who walked over knowingly——

"President."

"Go and find out what happened to her in prison. No matter how big or small, I want to know."

Mo Yan took the order and left, while Mai Linlin, who was hiding in the darkness at the other end, put down her phone and walked towards here, with a hint of sinisterness in her lowered eyes.

Half an hour later, Ling Yu walked out of the room, with a rare hint of anger on his gentle face, and looked at Feng Yu, "Ayu, what is going on? An Lan... do you know that her body is weak?

Like a sixty or seventy year old woman?"

Feng Yu's eyes flashed slightly and he asked in a deep voice: "Is it serious?"

"Long-term malnutrition, coupled with high mental stress and poor sleep, the wound on the forehead has been treated, but the blood loss was too much. It will take a long time to recover in the later stage. Do you think it is serious?" There was something in Ling Yu's voice.

Distinguish between feeling depressed and complaining.

Feng Yu met Ling Yu's somewhat complaining eyes, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He seemed to care about An Lan very much?

Mai Linlin, who was next to her, observed what was happening and stood up at the right time. She said with a sad face: "An Lan must be having a hard time in prison. It's all my fault! If I could have prevented her from hurting Feng Ning, I won't do it now...

..I regret it so much. If possible, I would rather go to jail instead of An Lan."

Hearing Feng Ning's name, Feng Yu thought of everything An Lan had done, and his heart suddenly hardened again. He snorted coldly: "She brought it all on herself!"

When Ling Yu heard this, he couldn't help but sneered, looked at Feng Yu and asked: "Do you think An Lan will hurt Feng Ning? Hehe, I think she would rather hurt herself than be detrimental to Feng Ning."

Feng Yu's expression changed, he looked at Ling Yu, and chuckled with a slightly unclear meaning: "I didn't know that you are so familiar with An Lan!"

Before Ling Yu could answer, Mai Linlin stood up and interjected: "I don't believe that An Lan would hurt Feng Ning. Maybe I was wrong. She didn't want to hurt Feng Ning at all, maybe she just wanted to scare...

....”

"She hurt Feng Ning, there are witnesses and surveillance, could I still be wrong?" Feng Yu interrupted her, but stared at Ling Yu.

Ling Yu looked at his friend, then glanced at Mai Linlin, and suddenly felt that no matter how much he said, it was just playing the piano to a cow, and Feng Yu's misunderstanding of An Lan was too deep.

Ling Yu lowered his eyes slightly and smiled, then raised his eyes and returned to his formulaic indifference, and said coldly: "An Lan's condition is not very good, he may have a fever in the middle of the night. I will stay here tonight, call me if you need anything."

After saying that, Ling Yu ignored the two of them and went to the guest room to rest under the guidance of the servant.

Mai Linlin watched him leave and said something unintentionally——

"Doctor Ling is very kind to An Lan."

As soon as she said this, she received a sharp look from Feng Yu. She was so frightened that she lowered her head slightly, but a proud smile appeared on her lips.

...

In the middle of the night, An Lan unexpectedly developed a fever. She was extremely restless in her sleep, frowning and shouting in panic, while her hands kept dancing and struggling.

"No, don't...please don't come...save me!"

"Yu, don't leave me, don't leave..."

On the huge bed, An Lan cried like an abandoned kitten, curling up with a thin body, and the sound of whimpering made people feel sour in their hearts.

The door opened slowly, and a tall figure walked in, sat next to her, and gently touched her thin face with his slender hands.

Vaguely, An Lan seemed to have grasped the straw that saved her life. She held his hand tightly and kept her eyes closed, sobbing: "Yu, help me..."

Feng Yu lowered his eyes and looked at her helpless look. He couldn't help but stretched out his other hand and patted her back, calling softly: "An Lan, wake up..."

However, An Lan was trapped in a nightmare and could not wake up at all.

In her nightmare, she was back inside the high cold wall, and the ferocious-looking demons surrounded her. Their hands tore at her clothes and pinched her body, leaving countless scars of shame.

They pushed her head into the toilet and forced her to drink the water. The smell of nausea filled her nostrils.

She resisted angrily and was treated even more cruelly.

She couldn't sleep every day, the pain all over her body was screaming, and her hungry stomach was filled with stomach acid. For her, every day was like a year.

Feng Yu held her skinny hand, and his fearful profile and low cry were quietly teasing his soft-hearted nerve.

When he reacted, he had already held An Lan in his arms, and his almost weightless body made him frown.

When did she become so thin?

In my impression, An Lan has a somewhat plump figure, just the right curves and a pretty face. It is not for nothing that she is ranked the most beautiful woman in Kyoto.

However, An Lan at this time was very different from back then. With his skinny figure, dazed look, and scars all over his body, he looked like a kitten that had been abandoned by its owner.

"Yu..." An Lan choked low, hugged his waist tightly, and cried: "Don't hate me... No, he hates me... He let

My father died tragically, my brother’s whereabouts are unknown, and he hates me..."

When Feng Yu heard her words, Feng Ning lying on the hospital bed came to mind again.

Feng Ning was originally expected to wake up, but because of her knife, she once again passed through the gate of hell. She didn't know how long it would take to wake up again.

When he thought about her hanging out with a man and pretending to be his pregnant woman, his slender hands wanted to grab her neck and break her delicate neck.

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her. An Lan still closed her eyes tightly and cried.

"I hate you...I hate you for killing my dad, I hate you...for wronging me, I hate you so much...I want revenge, revenge...

"

An Lan dreamed of Mai Linlin's vicious face. In the dream, she gritted her teeth and rushed towards her, muttering that she wanted to strangle her to death.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Her words sounded to Feng Yu as a sign of resentment towards him.

His face darkened, he stood up and shook off her weak body, pinched her chin and said coldly: "In your dreams, have you been thinking about hating me and wanting revenge?"

An Lan opened her eyes slightly in pain. She was dizzy and couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. She only knew that the person in front of her was the man she loved most.

"Yu..." She reached out her hand to touch his face, but he avoided her.
Chapter completed!