As soon as she entered the entrance hall, she was pressed against the door by Jiang Yan, with a strong sense of oppression pressing down on her.
Jiang Yan's voice was cold and hard: "Chi Yu, didn't I tell you not to come to me?"
"You don't understand what I'm telling you, do you?"
"Jiang Yan." She called his name.
He shouldn't have made her blush.
In the end, it was him who felt distressed.
…
She looked at the person on the bed, her face was pale, she looked frighteningly weak, and even her breathing became lighter.
Tears burst from the dam, like broken pearls, silently hitting the floor.
She walked to his bed and sat down, holding his weak hand.
"You liar."
"Didn't you say you don't like me? Why are you jumping after me?"
Hot tears fell on the back of his hand.
"Why are you crying?"
She turned her head and looked at the person at the head of the bed in disbelief.
"Do you feel sorry for me?"
She didn't answer him.
