By the time Bai Weiwei heard the sound of Han Zhengyu coming back, her strength was already gone. Due to extreme hunger, she couldn't even sit up.
She lay on top of the bed, thinking that Han Zhengyu would ask about her situation.
Contrary to her expectation, Han Zhengyu didn't ask about her. Instead, he impatiently said to the servant, "I want to take a bath; tell someone to prepare the water."
As soon as he finished giving his order, he directly passed by her room with no intention of coming in.
She had been patiently waiting for two days, enduring until she was reduced to skin and bones. How could she possibly let Han Zhengyu get away with this while she suffers alone?
Bai Weiwei struggled to sit up, but she knew that she didn't have enough time to get to the door. Looking beside her bed, she ruthlessly pushed the lamp she saw on the table.
The lamp broke.
She let out a mournful sound.
Outside the door, the sound of Han Zhengyu's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Bai Weiwei feared that the sound wasn't enough. She reached out with great effort and pushed the porcelain decorations on the table.
However, she forgot that her body was very weak and lacked strength. Even though she didn't injure her hand, her whole body ended up falling toward the floor. System: [Host, after you disfigured your face, the Male God will hate you even more.]
Bai Weiwei: "Shut up, you damn system that rejoices in other people's misfortune."
However, the system was right. If she was disfigured, then she'd have even less chance.
When a man sweetly says that appearance doesn't matter, it's guaranteed that he's being hypocritical.
If you don't have a good face, who cares about your inner beauty?
Bai Weiwei felt that this was a matter of life or death. In the end, she turned her face up and placed her arm down as the fragments of the lamp pricked her skin.
She immediately let out a miserable shriek.
First breaking a leg and now injuring her hand.
She merely thought of pricking her arms with the fragments, but she didn't expect that getting pricked would be this painful.
At long last, someone opened the door, though somewhat maliciously.
Han Zhengyu stood by the door with a dark expression and yelled, "Bai Weiwei, are you still not done? You..."
He suddenly fell silent, shocked by the tragic scene before him.
Bai Weiwei's whole body lay on thin glass fragments, her blood covering the floor.
Her pale face looked very thin with chapped lips, while her two eyes lacked spirit.
She looked as if she was at death's door.
Han Zhengyu had never seen her in such a sorry state. She looked so miserable and pitiful. Bai Weiwei looked at him, her eyes reflecting his figure even though she was extremely hurt.
But her act wasn't finished yet, or else she would be wasting all her effort.
She looked at Han Zhengyu; her originally blank eyes immediately regained their luster.
The pale face that had lacked spirit finally had a faint flush on it, as if to show her excitement.
"Gege..."
Bai Weiwei's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, her mouth slightly pouting. She reached out her hand, her eyes never leaving his figure.
It was as if Han Zhengyu had become her only savior.
Han Zhengyu frowned. Frankly speaking, his hatred towards Bai Weiwei was very deep. However, her appearance right now exceeded his imagination.
Bai Weiwei feared that Han Zhengyu would run away. She had already suffered a lot from this torture. At once, her body fell onto Han Zhengyu's chest, both hands firmly clutching him. Afterwards, she wept and said, "I'm hungry, gege, I'm so hungry."
The way her voice sounded as she shed tears was so mournful that it would make anyone feel bad for her.
Han Zhengyu's whole body turned stiff from head to toe as he reached out his hand intending to push her away. However, the hand that was supposed to push her instead rested on her shoulders, making him immediately sense how much thinner her shoulder had become.
How did she lose so much weight?
In the end, how long had she been starved?
Bai Weiwei lowered her head, her expression looking somewhat sinister. Although her mouth was yelling that she was hungry, in her mind she was ridiculing and madly cursing Han Zhengyu.
Even if you hate me for killing your mother, you cannot be this ruthless, okay?
She was an idiot and had been starved for two days straight. Han Zhengyu, this guy, didn't have the least bit of conscience.