For three days, Xie Yating didn't leave Shui-Mo Lan Ting Residence. In order to keep her, the man had her day and night.
For the past few days, she had been in a daze. She did not know if it was morning or night.
During the last time, she did not struggle at all. She stared blankly at the ceiling, and the tears at the corners of her eyes had long dried up.
An Jichuan saw despair in her eyes.
At this moment, his heart was hit hard. It hurt so much.
He only cared about himself and neglected her heart. He knew how much she hated him and how much she hated him.
Now that he saw her desperate eyes, he was afraid!
He realized that he really could not push her into a corner. She had a precedent of being mentally unstable, and she could not be overly agitated. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to cure the relapse of her old illness.
Seeing her being bullied by him, An Jichuan punched himself in the face regretfully.