Seeing Ni Sitian looking troubled with her chin in her hand, Xu Tingchuan sat down and pulled her into his arms, twirling his fingers around the ends of her hair and kissing the top of her head. "You have to trust that she can handle it."

Ni Sitian nodded. Xiang Zhilan had always been more mature and insightful than her. If she really felt that Feng Jingxian was not suitable for her, she would definitely be able to handle it well.

Meanwhile, Xiang Zhilan had been in the bathroom for almost an hour. Her parents originally thought she was tired from playing outside and wanted to take a bath to relax, but the water had been running non-stop.

They realized something was wrong, so they went to the door and knocked, calling out, "Lanlan, you didn't fall asleep in the bath, did you?"

Xiang Zhilan was still scrubbing the marks with the bath towel, but even though she scrubbed her skin until it was peeling, the marks were still there.

She stopped the repetitive motion only when she heard her mother's voice, and saw that blood particles had been rubbed out of her skin.

She snapped out of her daze, swallowed hard, and replied to her mother, "I'll be out soon."

Hearing the sound, Xiang's mother felt relieved and went back to the living room to continue planning the trip with Xiang's father.

Xiang Zhilan stayed in the bathroom for a while longer before she had to leave.

"Lanlan, come here quickly." Xiang's mother beckoned to Xiang Zhilan, "Give us two old folks some advice."

Xiang Zhilan, afraid they would notice something, walked over with her head down.

"Do you mean Thailand or South Korea? You've been there before when you were filming on location, haven't you? Tell us about it." Xiang's mother pulled Xiang Zhilan down to sit and spread out a travel brochure for her to see.

“You can go to both. After Thailand, you can fly directly to South Korea.” Xiang Zhilan’s voice was still a little hoarse, and she didn’t dare to say more.

Xiang's mother immediately noticed that Xiang Zhilan's voice sounded off and asked with concern, "Lanlan, do you have a cold?"

Xiang Zhilan nodded vaguely, stood up, and went back to her room.

"Old Xiang, do you think our daughter is acting strange?" Xiang's mother looked at Xiang Zhilan's back and nudged Xiang's father with her arm.

Dad wasn't that perceptive and casually said, "Maybe he's just too tired."

Still feeling uneasy, Xiang's mother got up and went to the kitchen to make a cup of cold tea. She walked to Xiang Zhilan's bedroom door, knocked, and then went in.

When she saw Zhilan lying on the bed, her shoulders trembling slightly as she suppressed a sob, she immediately panicked. She went over and placed the cold medicine on the bedside table, then sat down on the edge of the bed and called out worriedly, "Lanlan, what's wrong?"

Xiang Zhilan bit her lip, trying to stop herself from sobbing.

"Did that boy from the Feng family bully you?" Xiang's mother became increasingly anxious.

Zhi Lan shook her head, sat up, and said, "He treats me very well."

"So what happened to you?"

Zhi Lan couldn't answer, and just lowered her head without saying a word.

Xiang's mother sighed softly, brushed aside Xiang Zhilan's hair, and touched the tear stains on her cheeks. "You're all grown up now, and you have your own worries. I won't force you to talk about them. Just know that your father and I are always here for you, so don't be afraid of anything."

Xiang Zhilan hugged her mother and nodded repeatedly.

After a while, having recovered, Xiang Zhilan let go of her mother and gave her a smile: "I'm fine now."

Knowing that her daughter was always strong and never caused them any worry, her mother turned around, picked up the cold medicine from the bedside table, and handed it to Zhi Lan. "Drink this and get some sleep, and you'll feel better."