Chanel's eyes were blank and dull, and she didn't listen to a word Aunt Li said.
I don't know how long it took, but when she came to her senses, Aunt Li also left, and the door was locked again, leaving her alone.
Chanel wiped her tears, lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and felt a dead silence in her heart.
…
The next day, evening.
All the servants in Su's house gathered in Chanel's bedroom, surrounding her and persuading her.
Su Shijie was sitting by the bed, holding Chanel's hand, his cheeks were sunken, and he looked extremely tired and haggard.
He kept taking the towels handed over by the servants and wiping the sweat from Chanel's forehead.
On the big bed, Chanel closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, and her lips were dry and pale.
She had a low-grade fever since last night, and the maid discovered it this morning when she came to deliver food.
At that time, the doctor was called, who came to see her, administered the medicine, and said the problem was not serious, so Su Shijie went to work.
But by the afternoon, her illness had not improved, and although she had been in a daze, she refused to accept feeding.
Not even a sip of water!
Every time water or medicine came to her mouth, she would clenched her teeth. Even if her jaws were opened, she would not swallow.
All the water fell from the corners of her mouth, and she refused to drink a drop, as if she had some determination to die.
Chanel was in a daze. She was in a dream, and the dream was all about the quarrel between her and Su Shijie last night.
His voice seemed to have turned into an echo, repeating and questioning in her ears:
"Have you had sex?"
"How many times have you had sex?"
"Are you so dissatisfied with your desires? I can't satisfy you? Or is he very strong in that aspect? Is the child his?"
Chanel shook her head in panic and defended: "...I didn't, I didn't...the child is yours..."
"Yes, I just want to force you to death! It's best if you die... I really want to strangle you to death..."
Chanel's hands grabbed the quilt in a nightmare, and she sobbed in a coma:
"You want me to die so much...I will do what you want..."
"Xin'er, Xin'er." Su Shijie held Shanel's hand, and her heart throbbed hard in her chest.
No matter how he called her or talked to her, she seemed not to hear him.
She kept repeating those words.
At first, Su Shijie didn't understand what she was talking about. His memory of last night was vague and incomplete.
Later, after being reminded by the servant, he remembered that he had entered Chanel's room after drinking last night...
Thinking of what he did to her and what he said...
Those words were all vented when he lost his mind. He didn't really want to hurt her.
Su Shijie held her hand tightly and kept moistening her dry lips with water.
Since she had been on a hunger strike for three days and had not eaten anything last night, she suddenly fell ill and refused to drink a drop of water, and her body suddenly collapsed.
"The young mistress not only has to provide for herself, but also the child. The child is very weak now and is in danger of miscarriage at any time. If the young mistress hadn't been in good physical condition, the child would have been..."
The doctor did not dare to continue talking and looked at each other with other doctors.
"Can't we save the child?" Su Shijie's voice was hoarse, and his brown eyes gradually became blood red.
"If the young mistress continues like this and doesn't eat, the baby will have a miscarriage. I'm afraid..." She didn't dare to continue.