Nie Xunhuan was very calm on her first day in the attic.

She tried many methods, but none of them worked. She

even wanted to set fire to the attic and call the police, but she couldn't find anything like lighters and matches.

After walking around the attic and finding nothing, she sat on the mattress, staring at the blue sky outside the ticket window, in a daze.

From dawn to dusk.

It was completely dark, but she didn't turn on the light until there was a noise outside the door. She slowly turned her head and stared at the door that was about to open.

The door was pushed open gently, and a middle-aged servant came in with food. He found that the light inside was off, so he lit it.

Nie Xunhuan was already approaching, so she pushed the servant away and ran out.

As soon as she got down the stairs, she saw Bo Junyi blocking the entrance, his dark eyes looking at her like a hawk.

Bo Junyi had guessed that she would not be so obedient.

The middle-aged servant was covered in food and soup, and stood behind Nie Xunhuan helplessly.

Although Nie Xunhuan felt a little guilty, now was not the time to apologize.

"Let me go!" Facing Bo Junyi down the stairs, Nie Xunhuan's expression was heavy.

She could not beat Bo Junyi.

"Go back, don't let me do it." Bo Junyi's expression was cold.

She gripped the handrail of the stairs with a little force, "Bo Junyi, you will not succeed, I will not be your lover

!"

"It seems you haven't made up your mind yet." Bo Junyi's face was gloomy, he gave a wink to the servant behind him, and the servant grabbed Nie Xunhuan's hand and pulled her into the attic.

She did not resist, because it was useless. She

could get rid of the servant, but she could not escape from this villa.

Back in the attic, she sat depressed on the window sill, still thinking.

The servant who had just left came back with the meal and cleaned up the food she had just spilled.

"I'm so sorry for what I said just now. How should I call you?" Nie Xunhuan smiled very kindly.

The servant looked up at her calmly, then lowered his head and continued to clean up, ignoring her completely.

Nie Xunhuan's sparkling peach blossom eyes flashed, and he smiled coldly, "He didn't let you talk to me, right?"

The servant still didn't respond.

"He wanted to use this trick to make me bow my head, but he won't succeed." Nie Xunhuan looked determined, she must leave here and get rid of Bo Junyi's control!

She refused to eat, sat back by the window and said nothing.

The servant looked up at her dimly, then changed the clean carpet and left.

The attic fell into silence again.

It was as if no one existed.

An hour later, the servant came in again, ready to clean up the tableware, and found that she didn't eat at all, and didn't look too strange, so he took the food away.

But thirty minutes later, they brought back hot meals, put them down, and left.

Nie Xunhuan remained silent, and even stopped talking to these people.

She knew Bo Junyi's methods very well, so she would refuse them with her life.

The next night, the servant took off the cold and untouched meals. Bo Junyi glanced at the tray and asked coldly, "Didn't she eat anything?"

The servant shook his head lightly, "No, she hasn't eaten for a day and a night."

"Keep delivering." Bo Junyi's black eyes were like blades. He wanted to see how long Nie Xunhuan could hold on.

The servant nodded and went into the kitchen with the cold meals.

However, another day passed like this, and Nie Xunhuan still didn't eat a drop of water, as if she was starving herself to death.

Bo Junyi looked at the cold food and walked towards the attic.

Nie Xunhuan was sitting on the window sill, looking at the dark night view outside the window weakly. She didn't even react when she heard the door open.

Her black eyes, which were as bright as peach blossoms, lost all their spirit. She looked out the window sadly, her eyes a little straight.

The clear glass reflected Bo Junyi's cold and elegant figure. She just raised her eyelids and didn't react at all.

"Want to die?" Bo Junyi approached her, and his cold breath surrounded her all of a sudden.

She was shocked, and her eyes flashed an obscure light like a flower in the evening.

"I can't resist your arrangements, but I can control my own life and death. However, starving to death is too unwise." Nie Xunhuan narrowed his eyes and still looked out the window.

Bo Junyi frowned slightly, as if he smelled a hint of blood.

His cold and noble face sank, and he strode to her side, grabbed her wrist that was placed on the inside of her body, and his broad palm was immediately covered with blood.

She actually cut her wrist and committed suicide!

"You!" Bo Junyi did not expect Nie Xunhuan to be so extreme.

Nie Xunhuan's eyes were filled with tears, blurring Bo Junyi's cold and noble figure, "Let me go, I really don't want to be with you, you have gotten a lot from me, isn't it enough?"

"Not enough!" Bo Junyi's cold face was heroic, he rushed out of the door and shouted: "Get the car ready!" He

picked up Nie Xunhuan and rushed out of the attic.

She was held tightly by Bo Junyi, and her hand, which had cut its wrist, was vaguely grasping his clean white collar.

This was the only feasible method she had thought of in the past three days.

It might cost her her life, but it might free her from this.

"Let me go." Her lips were pale and bloodless, and her breathing became increasingly disordered.

"Even if you die, you can't go back. Nie Xunhuan, even if you are a ghost, you are mine!" Bo Junyi's clear and cold black eyes were as chaotic as hell at this moment, so cold that it made people tremble all over.

"You are not strong enough to control life and death." Nie Xunhuan said, and then gently closed her eyes. She was a little tired.

Bo Junyi carried her into the car without saying a word.

Then he drove her to the nearest hospital for rescue.

Song Ling knew from the servant that Nie Xunhuan committed suicide by cutting his wrists. He didn't expect Nie Xunhuan's character to be so strong.

When he arrived at the hospital, he saw Bo Junyi standing in the corridor of the hospital, looking out the window silently. That cold and arrogant figure was so lonely that it made people feel a little sad.

"How is she?" Song Ling was here to deal with the aftermath. Bo Junyi was a celebrity in S City. If word got out that he came to the hospital in the middle of the night with a girl who had cut her wrists, the consequences could be imagined.

"The doctor is cleaning her wound." Bo Junyi's cold face was gloomy and ruthless.

Song Ling nodded slightly, "Then I'll make arrangements."

After that, he disappeared.

Soon the doctor cleaned Nie Xunhuan's wound, bandaged it, and quickly invited him in.

When he came to the window, Nie Xunhuan's face was still as pale as paper, with thick bandages wrapped around his wrists and his eyes closed as he lay on the hospital bed.

Hearing the steady footsteps, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her closed eyes. She murmured softly on her lips, but did not speak.

"If you think about committing suicide again, you should first think about how I will deal with the Nie family after you die." There was a gloomy look in Bo Junyi's black eyes.