Zongxia stood alone in front of the window, reached out to touch the raindrops on the glass, but he could not touch anything except the cold touch.

now she seems to have been imprisoned. Her activities are limited to this small bedroom. Occasionally, Shen Xiaoke would come to talk with her and persuade her to eat more every time, but in fact, she didn't move anything except the food Shen yuecang forced into her mouth every time.

she knows that she can't go on like this any more. His tyranny will have a second time for the first time. She doesn't want her persistence to be put into practice. She...