After returning from the cemetery, An Lan locked himself in a room and lived a life isolated from the world.

Feng Yu came back from the company very late, and his footsteps fell very clearly in the silent corridor.

With a creak, he opened the lightless room and his eyes fell on the man sitting quietly on the floor.

The cool moonlight shines into the room, giving this dark room a glimmer of light.

A woman in a white dress sat on the ground, her long black hair spread around her face, making her pale little face look unusually thin.

Her eyes were blankly staring at the white curtains in front of her, and her thirsty lips were already peeling. After hearing the footsteps, she never looked back, as if there was something outside the window that particularly attracted her.

Feng Yu took a deep breath and walked to her, squatting down and looking into her eyes.

An Lan was still looking ahead blankly, her dark eyes unfocused, and Feng Yu seemed transparent in front of her.

"I heard from the servant that you only eat one meal a day, and the total is only three bites." Feng Yu looked at her, his cold voice hiding anger.

An Lan showed no reaction, not even blinking.

Feng Yu frowned slightly and looked at her, thinking of the situation reported by the servant.

Ever since she came back from the cemetery, everything was even more normal than before.

She could sit on the floor all day and all night without talking, drinking, eating, or sleeping.

If she hadn't still been breathing through her nose, she might have been regarded as a statue.

After hearing the servants' report, Feng Yu asked them to forcefully give An Lan water and food.

But the effect was obviously not good. She only took one sip and started vomiting as soon as the second sip entered her mouth, until she finally vomited out all the gall.

After doing this several times, the servant didn't dare to do anything anymore, and took a bite of each meal before taking it away.

Feng Yu suppressed the anger in his heart and said softly: "An Lan, I know your purpose for doing this. Are you silently protesting everything I have done?"

"You are torturing yourself and others. But have you ever thought about what will happen to Zuo Jing if you starve to death?"

Feng Yu paused, with a cold and stern light in his eyes, and said: "I am not a saint, and I will not let her go just because she is innocent. If you dare to starve yourself to death, I will let her starve to death and stay with you!"

Originally, Feng Yu thought that An Lan would react when he said these words, but she still looked dull, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.

He hit the cotton with all his strength, but failed to achieve the expected effect, which made Feng Yu feel a little frustrated and angry.

He frowned, pinched An Lan's chin, and gritted his teeth: "Don't pretend you can't hear me when I'm talking to you! If I'm in a bad mood, your best friend won't have a good time either!"

Perhaps because of pain, or because he heard about Zuo Jing, An Lan's unfocused eyes finally started to move.

She slightly and slowly shifted her gaze to Feng Yu's face.

Facing her dead eyes, Feng Yu felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He felt that even if An Lan was looking at him, his soul was still in the air.

An Lan slowly rolled his eyes, opened his peeling lips, and said slowly and hoarsely: "I will not seek death."

Hearing her hoarse voice, Feng Yu frowned even more and said, "If you don't want to die, why don't you want to eat or drink water?"

He was very suspicious that her current body was just skin and bones, with no flesh at all.

"Can't eat it."
Chapter completed!