When he felt it again, Zhuang Yibo found that he was already lying in the hospital ward.

She slowly opened her eyes, and there was no one in the ward except her.

Outside the door, Qianxing was vaguely speaking, but it was very low and I couldn't hear what she was saying.

Zhuang Yibo lay quietly, without making any sound, and even his eyes were not fluctuating. He just looked straight at the white roof.

When Qianxing pushed the door open, he saw her open eyes at a glance and hurriedly walked up and reached out to hold her, "Yibo, are you awake? Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

After a while, Zhuang Yibo finally moved, his eyes fell on her face, and he slowly shook his head, "I'm fine."

Qianxing looked at her, but his eyes were red in an instant. She sat down beside the bed, pinched Zhuang Yibo's hand tightly, looked at her, and said softly: "Are you okay? How could you be okay? I left for a while and you fell off the stairs... How could you be okay in this way? Yibo, what's wrong? You can't tell me?"

After listening to Qianxing's words, Zhuang Yibo was quiet for a while before finally chuckling, turned to look at her, and said, "I'm really fine...but I finally know - it turns out that there are really parents who don't love their children..."

Hearing this sentence, Qianxing was stunned, but tears were already falling from the corner of Zhuang Yibo's eyes.

Qianxing quickly reached out his hand, and the moment when his fingertips touched her tears, he couldn't help but she burst into tears.

"I have known since I was a child that my willfulness and disobedience killed my sister, so every time my mother moved out, no matter what she said, I would listen... because I owe them... I killed their most well-behaved and obedient daughter in their minds, and I had to pay them one... But to this day, I suddenly wondered, if my sister was still alive, would she be like me... Then if so, I would rather really kill her..."

Qianxing was stunned and in a daze. Even though Zhuang Yibo didn't say anything, she seemed to know something and couldn't help but reach out and hug her tightly.

Zhuang Yibo didn't say anything more. She buried her in Qianxing's arms, only tears could not help but slid down, but her emotions remained calm.

Qianxing quietly hugged her for a moment before finally speaking: "Yibo, you should leave Tongcheng, go to Huai City with me, or go to other places... Go to the place you want to go, and live the life you want to..."

When Zhuang Yibo heard Qianxing's words, he suddenly stopped.

"Do what you want to do and be your real self..." Qianxing gently wiped the tears on her face before continuing to speak: "Don't be trapped by those people anymore, whether it's the dealer or your parents, you no longer need to live for them... You can have your own life, you can live for yourself indulge in your will..."

Seeing Zhuang Yibo's gradually stagnant gaze, Qianxing quickly spoke again: "I know this is not that easy. Let's take it slowly, step by step, I'll accompany you, okay?"

After a long time, Zhuang Yibo finally spoke softly: "Can I?"

"Yes, of course you can!" Qianxing held her face and said, "As long as you want, you can do anything!"

"Then...what is him?" She looked at Qianxing, and a trace of inquiry finally appeared in her eyes, "Is there really something wrong with him?"

Qianxing paused after hearing this, and then said truthfully: "I also want to know whether he is dead or alive. I invited someone to inquire, but there is no news yet - Yibo, you don't need to think about him anymore! As long as you are no longer bound by the dealer, it will be impossible for him to control your life - not to mention that he is in danger at all..."

After hearing this, Zhuang Yibo's eyes returned to calm again.

After a long time, she finally laughed again and said, "Yes...yes..."

She said this, but tears burst out from her eyes again uncontrollably.

"Yibo..." Qianxing shouted to her softly.

"I'm fine," she said, "I'm not sad for him...I just think it's absurd...some ironic...after all, even my parents don't love me...but it seems...beyond you, there are people who treat me well...but, just..."

She didn't "just" and Qianxing didn't ask anything.

She just reached out and hugged Zhuang Yibo tightly again.

In fact, Zhuang Yibo was already a little incoherent, but Qianxing knew what she was talking about.

She just didn't want to explore, but pursued the logic in her words.

Because that's not the real logic.

It was just chaos... it was chaos after she was imprisoned for a long time.

She knew that Zhuang Yibo would wake up.
Chapter completed!