Why would a young master suffer from anorexia?

"Can you tell me the reason so we can prescribe the right medicine?"

Gu Yanzhi used Su Wanwan's slender fingers to scratch her brow:

"Maybe even if you know the reason, there's nothing you can do."

Su Wanwan smiled brightly, but Gu Yanzhi found it hard to accept. It seemed that his face had never shown such a rich expression, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Don't laugh!"

Su Wanwan restrained her smile and looked earnest:

"Tell me about it."

Gu Yanzhi did not hide it:

"Do you know how my leg became broken?"

Su Wanwan shook her head.

Gu Yanzhi also knew that Su Wanwan didn't know, so he continued:

"I lived among the dead for half a month, and was dragged to a cripple. Every day I could only survive by eating rotten flesh from the corpses and drinking the smelly blood."

Gu Yanzhi said it easily.

Su Wanwan imagined the scene, then she covered her mouth and began to dry heave.

Then he found a trash can and started vomiting.

Gu Yanzhi was not surprised at all.

After a long while, he kindly handed Su Wanwan a glass of water.

After drinking half a glass of water, Su Wanwan felt her stomach felt much better.

No wonder this man hates food so much.

If it were her, she would have collapsed long ago.

Putting aside the emotional hurt, just looking at that scene, how did he manage to survive?

"Then eat as much as you can, and I'll try to make you some nutritious noodles, how about that?"

Gu Yanzhi: "The noodles look a lot like soaked rotten meat. Especially the white, plump noodles, which look a lot like the maggots on rotten meat."

Su Wanwan: "Then make some porridge."

Gu Yanzhi: "The porridge is more like exposed brains."

Su Wanwan: Ugh——

There's no more chatting today.