He grabbed the plate, took a spoonful of the cooled food and put it in her mouth, saying, "Eat, let me eat it."

An Lan opened her mouth obediently, swallowed the thing and chewed it. Before she could swallow it, another mouthful was delivered to her. She still did not resist and swallowed one bite after another.

Her thin cheeks were bulging with food, but Feng Yu still stuffed it into her mouth.

An Lan couldn't help but spit it out, covered her mouth and coughed violently, while Feng Yu looked on coldly.

After all the things in his mouth were taken care of, An Lan sat up again, indifferently lowering his eyes and waiting for feeding.

Feng Yu pinched her cheek and said coldly with an angry look on his face: "Would you rather choke to death than say a word to me?"

An Lan looked at him quietly, with nothing but calmness and indifference in his eyes.

"Okay! Very good!" Feng Yu had a gloomy face and squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

He grabbed An Lan's clothes and threw her hard on the bed. His tall body followed and tore off the fabric from her body.

He forced her to look at him, even if he saw her unbearable look.

However, he was still disappointed in the end.

An Lan's calm face was like a mask, covering her proper emotions, joys, anger, sorrows and joys.

Feng Yu slammed the door and left with full anger.

An Lan silently sat up and put on his clothes, then sat on the bed with his hands and knees, looking out the window with dull eyes until dawn.

The sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps sounded at the same time. She was still looking into the distance, paying no attention to the person coming.

Feng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her. After a moment, he said coldly: "Today is the day of An Zhongjie's funeral."

The thin body trembled slightly, An Lan's nerves beat because of the three words An Zhongjie, and she slowly turned back to look at Feng Yu.

Brother...can there be any body left?

He saw what she was thinking, and felt unwilling and jealous in his heart.

This woman didn't care about anything anymore, only her family members had any reaction after hearing her.

He knew that she had been accusing him of his 'crimes' in this silent way during this period of time.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yu softly uttered three words——

"The Cenotaph."

After hearing these three words, An Lan regained his composure. He lowered his eyes slightly, with a hint of pain in his eyes.

Her brother had been blown up by a bomb so much that his body no longer existed.

After Feng Yu finished speaking, he glanced at her, turned and left the room.

After a while, An Lan finally got up from the bed, changed into a white dress, and walked silently to the living room, where Feng Yu was waiting for her.

The car drove slowly towards the cemetery, with a faint mist floating in the air. An Lan held her brother's clothes and stepped on the stone steps. Every step seemed so heavy and sad.

The funeral was deserted. Apart from Feng Yu and An Lan, there were only Mo Yan and the clergy of the church.

An Lan lowered his eyes slightly and stood quietly. He waited until the funeral was completed before nodding his thanks to the pastor. Everyone left one after another. An Lan raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yu, and said coldly: "Please go away, I don't think my brother wants to

see you."

Feng Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at An Lan with anger in his eyes. The latter did not give in and looked at him coldly.
Chapter completed!