"An Ruo, what are you doing!" He growled sadly. First, he felt sorry for her hands that were scratched by the glass, and second, he felt sorry for the things she tore off.
An Ruo smiled coldly at him. She clenched the paper with both hands, and the blood on her hands immediately smudged and stained it.
"Tang Yuchen, there will never be another possibility between us."
The man was shocked. When he was distracted, she broke away from him and tore a few more times. Then she let go and the shredded paper fell to the ground.
Along with it, there was blood dripping from her hands.
The bright liquid dyed the man's eyes red. He clenched his fists, suddenly picked her up, and threw her hard on the bed.
"If there is no possibility, there is no possibility. I don't care about anything anymore. Even if I can't keep your heart, I will still be determined by you!"
An Ruo stood up, her whole body tense, and her dark eyes contained nothing but hatred and coldness.
"Tang Yuchen, if I really want to get rid of you, it will be easy. Not everything is within your control."
For example, death, he can't stop it.
The man's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart suddenly became panicked.
He tried hard to hold back his panic, his eyes were calm, and he said calmly: "When you die, I will let all the people you care about be buried with you. Anruo, I will do what I say."
Without warning, he turned and left the bedroom.
An Ruo was stunned and didn't react at all. It wasn't until Aunt Zhou walked in that she came back to her senses.
Aunt Zhou was holding the medicine box in her hand. She carefully held her injured hand and said distressedly: "Miss An, why are you doing this?"
An Ruo lowered her eyes with a cold expression, "Aunt Zhou, you know, although I am alive now, I feel that life is worse than death."
Aunt Zhou was shocked by her: "Miss An, you must not have the thought of committing suicide! There are many bumps and bumps in this life, but you can get over it if you endure it. You are still young, and there is still a lot in the future.
We have a long way to go, but we must not be defeated by a temporary blow."
An Ruo looked at her and didn't answer.
Aunt Zhou sighed, she could only say so much, and she had to figure out the rest by herself.
After bandaging her wound, Aunt Zhou cleaned the room again before closing the door and leaving quietly.
An Ruo curled up on the bed and cried silently. She cried for a long time, until she was tired of crying and it was getting dark, so she fell asleep unconsciously.
That night, Tang Yuchen did not return to the bedroom.
He was not even in the villa the next day. When he came back in the evening, An Ruo had already gone to bed.
Standing at the door of the bedroom, he wanted to open the door and go in, but he didn't dare. He didn't have the courage to face her.
He didn't know how long he stood there before he turned around lonely and went to another room.
They had not seen each other for several days. Tang Yuchen deliberately staggered the time with her, always going out before dawn and coming back when it was dark.
An Ruo has not been idle these days. She called Uncle Liang and asked carefully about Yun Feiyang's situation.
Liang Weiming told her that it was not impossible for Yun Feiyang to wake up, it just depended on God's will and his own physical condition.
An Ruo wanted to go to the hospital to visit him, even if Father Yun and Yun Mu embarrassed her, she would go.
When she was leaving, Uncle Tao didn't ask her where she was going. He just said to her: "Miss An, the driver has prepared it for you. If you want to go out, just ask the driver to take you there."
She knew that this was Tang Yuchen's arrangement. He was afraid that she would run away and wanted the driver to monitor her movements.
