Jiang Lan's mind was always in a daze. She didn't know how to get in and how she got the divorce certificate.

When she came out, she had an extra divorce certificate in her hand.

While she was still in a daze, Lu Jingchi had already driven away and disappeared into the heavy rain without looking back.

She stared at the divorce certificate in her hand in a daze, feeling like a dream. When she woke up from her dream, Lu Jingchi wanted her.

It was raining, and she stood under the eaves and watched the heavy rain pouring.

She was just left behind.

Jiang Lan didn’t cry, it was because she couldn’t cry.

She found this divorce certificate and still felt that it was not real enough, making her unable to tell whether it was a dream or a reality.

Seeing a chair next to her, she walked to the chair and sat down. The cold wind whistled under the eaves, blew the raindrops outside the eaves in and fell on her face.

Feeling the coldness of winter, she suddenly realized that it was winter now.

In the winter of Lin'an, it always rains so much that it rains every day.

She slept for a night and seemed to have missed a winter.

Not only winter, she felt empty in her heart, reminding her that she had missed many things.

Jiang Lan held the divorce certificate and sat helplessly at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, like a discarded puppy.

She didn't even know where to go.

Not long after, a black Volkswagen parked beside her and a man ran down from it.

"Mrs. Young Madam, why are you sitting here?"

Jiang Lan looked at him blankly and looked at him carefully, but he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

The man said anxiously: "I am Dr. Hu, do you still remember?"

Dr. Hu looked at her dull face and reached out to shake her eyes, while her eyes were still empty and confused.

"You... don't remember me?"

Jiang Lan stared at him for a long time, but in the end she still didn't recognize him. She shook her head slightly and said that she didn't know him.

Dr. Hu held his forehead and sighed, "It's over now, why is it worsening so quickly?"

He talked to himself, Jiang Lan frowned, unable to understand a single sentence.

Dr. Hu paced back and forth in front of her, muttering, "It must be because of the hunger strikes and wrist cuts again these days. Excessive sadness has aggravated the condition, otherwise I will go to the hospital for a check-up."

Jiang Lan's eyes flashed. Is he talking about her?

Hunger strike, wrist cutting...why didn't she know?

Subconsciously, she looked down at her wrist. The snow-white gauze had been dyed red and turned into a red cloth. When she pressed it up, she could still see blood on her fingertips.

As if to determine something, she untied the gauze and endured the pain and pulled it off.

——A ferocious wound suddenly appeared in front of me, the flesh turned out, the middle of the wound was filled with powder, but it was wet with blood and became a little sticky.

It is not difficult to imagine that this is cut by a sharp weapon.

Did she really cut her wrist?

Why did she do this?

When Dr. Hu turned around, he saw her staring at her wound in a daze. He was so scared that he ran over and squatted down in front of her.

"Madam, why did you pull the gauze? It would be infected." Dr. Hu touched it from his arms, fortunately he brought a roll of gauze.

He took Jiang Lan's hand and rebanded the wound for her.

Dr. Hu raised his head, his expression was a little hard to describe. He opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know where to start.

"Madam, do you remember what disease you had?"
Chapter completed!