Lin Wanwan ate it mechanically.
When Lu Zhanbei carried the bowl out, Lin Wanwan grabbed his sleeve. “I feel bad.”
Lu Zhanbei sat back down and touched her face with a heartache. “I know.”
“Don’t go. Stay with me.”
“Okay.”Lu Zhanbei put down the bowl and lay down beside her. “I won’t go. I’ll always stay with you.”
Lin Wanwan nodded and fell asleep again. Before she closed her eyes, she seemed to have seen that flirtatious woman who was surrounded by cats outside the campus back then.
Fuya, Goodbye.
Lu Zhanbei wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. It was as if his heart was being gripped by a big hand.
She never shed tears easily. However, losing them one after another was pressing down on the last string of her nerves, and she could collapse at any time.
Lin Wanwan had been sick for half a month.
Gao Yang said that she had a mental illness and could only rely on herself to adjust.
When she recovered, Lin Wanwan contacted Ruan Baoer. Her phone was turned off.