With just a few prawns and two mouthfuls of rice, no wonder this woman was so thin that only her bones were left.
The man changed his serving chopsticks to pick out some more fish, and there was a clanking sound and the sound of the chair being pulled.
Gu Liangyan stood up indifferently, with some anger in her cold eyes, "That's enough!"
"Li Jingyuan, enough is enough."
The man was stunned.
"I don't have the patience to hang around with you here. Let me finish my question. What you want to do to her is your business. Even if you really kill her, it has nothing to do with me!"
The movement of Li Jingyuan's hand was still hanging in the air. Suddenly, he quietly retracted his hand and put down his chopsticks, "Are you really full?!"
"Yes! So, can you tell me where Yanrou is?!"
The man stood up, his narrow eyes were like a puddle of water that was about to drown Gu Liangyan. He was still the same as before, with an irritable expression showing that he was angry, but he did not have any unkind tone towards Gu Liangyan, even if it was
A little bit impatient.
Even Li Jingyuan himself never thought that he would treat a woman like this in his life.
Sighing slightly, he stood in front of Gu Liangyan, "Let's go, I'll take you there."
Gu Liangyan followed Li Jingyuan to the servant's room. She glanced at the man curiously, and suddenly a pungent fishy smell rushed into her nose, and she blurted out, "What does it smell like?"
"The smell of human blood."
Li Jingyuan suddenly opened the innermost door. His tone was as if he was joking, but the scene in front of him still shocked Gu Liangyan.
Yan Rou closed her eyes tightly and lay motionless on the bed. Her shoulder blades and wrists were covered in blood, and those shocking scars opened up some of Gu Liangyan's dusty memories.
Tattoos...
self-mutilation...
"Yan Rou! Wake up! Yan Rou!" Gu Liangyan was a little panicked. She had lost so much blood, would she...
"The bleeding has stopped, but she can't die." Li Jingyuan comforted Gu Liangyan in a gentle voice, and then...
The man picked up the tea on the table, splashed it on Yan Rou's face.
Yan Rou suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe. She suddenly woke up with a start.
"Gu Liangyan!" As if grasping a life-saving straw, Yan Rou saw the woman who looked exactly like her in front of her, tightly holding Gu Liangyan's sleeve, "Help me, help me!"
Gu Liangyan backed away in fear. Li Jingyuan stepped forward and kicked Yan Rou mercilessly. He turned to look at Gu Liangyan worriedly, "How are you? Are you okay?"
"No..." Gu Liangyan was so shocked that she still hadn't recovered.
Yan Rou, who fell to the ground, covered her chest and laughed. She slumped on the ground, her big eyes filled with hatred, and her smile made people's hair stand on end.
"Li Jingyuan, you wouldn't treat her the same way you did to her..." Gu Liangyan saw clearly the mark on Yan Rou's shoulder blade, and the same position on her body suddenly felt a sharp pain.
The criss-crossing wounds on her right wrist were noisy with the piercing pain of the past. She held down her trembling heart and looked at Li Jingyuan in disbelief.
"No, I just told her where you were injured and where you have scars. Doesn't she like to imitate you? Your appearance, your tone, your living habits." Li Jingyuan looked like an evil ghost from hell.
, twitching the corner of his mouth and taking a look at Yan Rou's scars.
"She did all this on her own, but no one forced her."
"No one forced her? Do you think I would believe it?"
"I just said, I like everything about you." Li Jingyuan said in a calm tone.