The little finger of her left hand was now hanging softly as if she had no bones.

A heart-wrenching pain came from the broken fingers.

She was confused in pain.

Even if I try hard, I can't figure out who it is. Even if she goes to the mental hospital, she won't let her go.

The only thing I remember is that when she was carried out of Lanwan Villa on a stretcher yesterday, Li Jingchuan said to the nursing staff foreman:

"Remember to bandage her hands. Her hands are pretty, don't leave scars."

Li Yue closed her eyes, and Bai Furu's resentful eyes appeared in front of her when Li Jingchuan said that.

She smiled bitterly.

Now she is like this, will she still provoke Bai Furou's jealousy because of Li Jingchuan's words?

The severe pain made her have no time to think too much.

My mind was full of pain.

It hurts so much.

No one treated her, no one treated her.

Every smashed blood vessel on the finger was clamoring, protesting, and hurting violently.

Li Yue had a high fever.

It was not until lunch that two nurses came, gave her fever-reducing medicine and washed her face with cold water.

"Get up! Someone wants to see you!"

After being simply bandaged, Li Yue was dragged out of the ward.

It's still the same visiting room as a prison visit.

When Li Yue came, she was outside.

This time, she is inside.

Sitting inside the iron railing, Li Yue raised her eyes to look at the woman sitting outside.

"It's you?"

The woman opposite curled her lips and smiled, gracefully tucked her hair behind her ears, and gently opened her red lips with a thick lip gloss:

"Of course it's me, my dear sister."

Sitting outside on the chair, Gu Xiaorou smiled gracefully, "I've been looking for me for so long, and now I'm finally here to find you. Are you very happy?"

It's been a long time since I saw you, and Gu Xiaorou seems to be living better than before.

The brand is fitted with long chestnut hair and red lips.

Li Yue, who was sitting in the iron railing opposite her, was embarrassed and looked like a madman coming out of the slum.

"It's you..."

Li Yue closed her eyes and sneered.

From the day when Yunyu appeared and said she was mentally ill, Li Yue vaguely guessed that it was Gu Xiaorou's arrangement to let her be admitted to the mental hospital.

Because Li Jingchuan arranged Gu Xiaorou here at the beginning.

So now, she is back and taking revenge.

"Didn't you guessed it was me?"

Gu Xiaorou curled her lips and smiled arrogantly and flamboyantly:

"How is it, is everything I arranged for you still appropriate?"

After saying that, she turned her eyes to Li Yue's little finger, which was wrapped tightly with her left hand.

The woman covered her mouth in shock:

"Sister, what's wrong with your hand?"

"Your hands are so beautiful, what's wrong?"

Li Yue stared at Gu Xiaorou:

"What the hell do you want to say?"

"I just want to tell you..."

Gu Xiaorou curled her lips and chuckled:

"You can't beat me."

She lowered her head gracefully and fiddled with her nails with broken diamonds, "You could not fight me six years ago, and you could not fight me six years later."

Gu Xiaorou's voice was sinister, as if it was carrying the wind in deep winter:

"You are being locked in a mental hospital now, as miserable as I did in the past."

"No......"

She turned her eyes to Li Yue's finger: "You are even worse than I did in the past."

Gu Xiaorou picked her lips, "So, even if Li Jingchuan likes you and protects you, what can we do?"
Chapter completed!