Zhang Xinglian was choked by her arrogant look.

Because Lu Ran believed in that bitch Zhang Xingrong, no matter what she said, it was useless. No, Lu Ran was actually more thoughtful than anyone else...

"Do you think Lu Ran loves you?" Zhang Xinglian suddenly remembered something and laughed sarcastically, "If he really loved you, why didn't he hand me over to you when he caught me?"

This incident is a pain in Zhang Xingrong's heart.

Seeing the arrogant woman in front of her fall silent, Zhang Xinglian was particularly excited: "Do you know when Lu Ran found me?"

Zhang Xingrong looked at her coldly without saying anything.

"I'm telling you, Lu Ran knew from the beginning that I would escape from the hospital, and he didn't try to stop me. After I ran out, his people were already waiting for me, hahahahahaha. I've been with him the whole time, he didn't tell you, right?"

Zhang Xingrong sneered: "Oh? I've been with you all this time? Then how did you become like this? It's a pity there's no mirror here. I really want to show you what you look like now!"

This time it was Zhang Xinglian's turn to choke.

What did she look like? She no longer remembered what she looked like.

She hadn't looked in the mirror for a long time, and she couldn't help but look down at herself.

Her clothes were wrinkled and a little torn, and most importantly, she smelled a bit. How long had it been since she washed herself? A long, long time.

It’s not that there is no place to take a shower here. This room is actually a cave. There is running water at the back, so it is actually very easy to wash yourself clean.

But she had no intention of doing so. Her body was in pain all the time, she had no strength, and she had no mood to tidy herself up.

She couldn't help but feel a little disgusted with herself. She was obviously a very beautiful person, with a pitiful appearance and was particularly lovable. But now, how did she become like this?

Seeing her bewildered and frightened expression, Zhang Xingrong continued to criticize her. "Do you want to see what your face has become? Your eyes are sunken, your plump cheeks are sunken, and your fair and tender skin is wrinkled. Who do you think would like you like this?"

"Impossible!" Zhang Xinglian was terrified, covering her face with her hands. "Impossible! I'm still young!"

She couldn't possibly be an old woman. She was still so young, how could she be an old woman?

"Why not?" Zhang Xingrong grabbed her hand. "Touch yourself and see what your skin has become! Should I find you a mirror? It's easy to find a mirror."

Zhang Xinglian was terrified. She felt it, she felt the rough skin, it seemed really wrinkled, all wrinkled together. She couldn't help but think of the old woman's bark-like skin, and she was frightened for a moment.

"Impossible, impossible! Impossible..."

"Your face is already sunken, and your eyes are already sunken. Who do you think would like you in this horrible look? Lu Ran?"

"No, no, no, go away!" Zhang Xinglian suddenly pushed the person away. She didn't want to look, she didn't want to listen.

But she knew it in her heart. During this period, she had been tortured by illness, had trouble eating and sleeping, and her body had broken down and was in a terrible state. How could she maintain her beauty?

Whether she washed or not was not the main point; the main point was that her body had broken down.