Feng Yu raised his eyebrows lightly and said in a deep voice: "As long as you are obedient, I will naturally let her go."

"Okay, I'll listen to whatever you say." An Lan's cold and submissive words made Feng Yu slightly surprised and raised his eyebrows.

She raised her eyes and looked at Feng Yu, and said indifferently: "The An Lan you knew is dead. What is in front of you now is just a living body. I don't care what you want, as long as you are happy."

Hearing this, Feng Yu tightened his grip on her chin, leaned close to her, and said harshly: "Even if there is only one body, you are still my woman. You can only stay by my side in this life. Slowly

Pay back everything you owe me."

The corners of An Lan's lips slowly raised an indifferent arc, she looked at him calmly, and said word by word: "Whatever you want."

Feng Yu was irritated by her indifferent and indifferent attitude. He frowned and said, "An Lan, I'm warning you, don't try to anger me. You can't afford the consequences."

"Don't dare, I will listen to whatever you say." The obedient words escaped from her sneer lips, full of extremely sarcastic air.

Feng Yu glared at her, and the temperature in the air became several degrees colder. But even in the face of his strong and oppressive eyes, An Lan remained calm, as if he had truly turned into a soulless body.

After a while, Feng Yu let go of her and walked out angrily.

After he went out, the nurse came in to change An Lan's clothes. The two of them got in the car back to Feng's house, and they were silent all the way.

...

In the Feng family, a thin figure sat on the window sill, the white window screen fluttering in the wind, shrouding her figure in it, and the shadow seemed to be flying away with her.

Her dull eyes looked into the distance. The scenery outside the window was a vast land that symbolized freedom, but she was a broken-winged bird trapped in this world, unable to fly out.

The breeze blew slowly, carrying a fresh smell, and the passing birds stopped on her hands and chirped.

An Lan lowered his head slightly, looking at the weak life, and felt a faint warmth in his hands.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms hugged her from behind and forced her away from the window sill. A roar came from her ears: "Do you want to die?"

An Lan lowered his head slightly, remained motionless, and did not respond to his words. He remained in the hugged position, unusually indifferent.

Feng Yu stared at her angrily, two clusters of flames crawled into his dark pupils, and he accidentally saw the lunch on the table from the corner of his eyes.

The delicious food has long since cooled down and looks almost untouched from the basin.

If it weren't for the tiny residue on the chopsticks, he almost suspected that this woman was going on a hunger strike to starve herself to death.

He pinched her thin chin and saw that her bloodless face was getting thinner and thinner. He frowned and said fiercely: "Do you want to starve yourself to death? Or do you think you are a god who can live by eating wind and drinking dew?"

An Lan followed his movements and raised her head, looking at him coldly with eyes like glass beads, saying nothing or complaining of pain.

Her reaction made Feng Yu almost grit his teeth in anger. He increased his strength and roared: "Speak, have you become mute?"

An Lan was silent.

Feng Yu was so angry that he let go of his hand and let her fall to the ground!

There was a muffled sound of "bang" and the sound of his body falling to the ground, but An Lan still looked calm, as if he didn't feel pain or anger.

"An Lan, who do you want to show this look to? Do you think I will feel sorry for you and let you go when I see you like this? Dream! You will never have the right to say no until I torture you enough.

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An Lan remained silent, not even a hint of response.

She has always looked like this since she came back from the hospital, neither happy nor sad, neither angry nor in pain.

No matter what Feng Yu said, she didn't respond.

He ate very little and sat in his room all day and night without talking or going out.

It's really like a soulless puppet, resigned to whatever comes.
Chapter completed!