"Just why?"
"Li Yuan, you damn bastard."
"I hate you. I'll hate you for the rest of my life."
As she spoke, Zhong Tingyue started to cry again, but no more tears would fall. She had already cried them all out over the last two days.
At that moment, an elegant and graceful woman approached, holding a bowl of rice porridge. She began to comfort her daughter in a gentle, pained voice.
"Little Moon, you haven't eaten in two days. Please, have something. I'm begging you."
Zhong Tingyue silently shook her head, her voice already dry and hoarse. "Mom, I don't want to eat."
Gu Lanxin's heart ached as she looked at her precious daughter's thin, haggard appearance. She was incredibly anxious.
"Little Moon, what on earth happened? Can you tell me? You were so happy when you first came back, so how could everything change overnight? You have to eat to stay strong; you can't just starve yourself. Do you want to worry me to death?"
