After an unknown amount of time, An Lan woke up from his sleep and looked numbly at his surroundings.

She moved her aching body and sat up from the bed with difficulty. This easy movement made her sweat profusely in pain.

But she could no longer care about herself. After waking up, she recalled the scene before she fainted and thought of Zuo Jing.

I was captured, but I don’t know what happened to Zuo Jing. Was she tortured?

She gritted her teeth and stood up, staggering towards the door step by step. When she opened the door, she was coldly stopped by two bodyguards——

"Get out of the way! Where is my friend? Where is she?" An Lan grabbed the bodyguard's hand and struggled to get out.

"The president has given instructions. You cannot go out without his order." The bodyguard replied coldly, as if two door gods were blocking her.

An Lan struggled to no avail and turned pale from exhaustion. He continued to ask, "Where is Feng Yu? I want to see him!"

The bodyguard didn't answer her, but forcefully sent her into the room and closed the door again.

An Lan sat on the bed and sulked to herself, her heart filled with worry.

She knew Feng Yu's methods, and Zuo Jing would definitely not be happy if she fell into his hands.

And all this was because of her, and she already regretted dragging Zuo Jing into the water.

If it weren't for her, Zuo Jing would still be living well abroad. If there was something wrong with her, she would be responsible for her death!

With random thoughts in her mind, she couldn't help walking over and knocking on the door again, saying: "Go tell Feng Yu that I want to see him! Tell him not to hurt my friend..."

There was no sound outside the door, and I didn't know if the bodyguard conveyed his message.

Time passed while An Lan waited anxiously, until in the evening, the door finally opened.

An Lan stood up and walked over. The maid came in holding a gift box and said, "Miss, this is what the young master ordered."

An Lan didn't answer. She grabbed the maid's hand and asked, "Where is Feng Yu? Where is he?"

The maid frowned in pain and struggled a few steps back: "I don't know the whereabouts of the young master. He only ordered you to put it on."

An Lan looked at her silently, then stepped forward to take the gift box after a moment, ignoring the maid who had fled.

She opened the gift box and took a look, frowning tightly, and threw the gift box to the ground angrily, revealing the red dress inside.

There was a wave of dizziness before her eyes, and she staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground. Her stomach had already made a serious protest since she had not touched the water since last night.

As for the torn wound, the blood had already condensed with the clothes, and the pain kept stimulating her nerves.

Coupled with the dizziness and anger caused by hypoglycemia, An Lan felt extremely weak physically, but extremely angry mentally.

She stared at the red dress fiercely, her eyes full of disgust, and she even wanted to walk over and tear it to pieces.

But when the skirt was in her hands, she hesitated again.

After a long time, she sighed repressedly, stood up, walked to the bathroom, and put on the dress.

Looking at herself in the mirror, An Lan suddenly had an illusion for a moment, remembering that the first time she saw Feng Yu, she was wearing this dress.

At that time, she was confident and beautiful, and her movements were full of charm.

At this moment, she was skinny, pale, and covered in scars, mocking her depravity ferociously.

Now, when she put on these clothes again, all she saw was blood all over her body.

As if she had just had her kidney removed on the operating table and her body was dripping with blood, she was so pale and horribly bloody.

The knock on the door interrupted An Lan's thoughts. The maid stood outside the door and said softly: "Miss, the young master is back and wants you to go down."
Chapter completed!