Trust her?
Yan Le looked up at Su Li in disbelief, murmuring, "How is that possible? How could you possibly trust ?"
Lu Zifan imdiately shot a glance at the girls who were heartbroken over Feng Ciye, making them co to their senses and respond with laughter, "Yes, yes, yes. Yan Le, we all trust you!"
ntal illness, just go along with whatever she says. Normal people should be more tolerant towards individuals with ntal disabilities, right?
The delight and hope that had just risen in Yan Le’s heart vanished in an instant, like a small fla being doused by ice water.
Hahaha, she knew it was all fake!
They’re just humoring her, treating her like a child.
Everyone thinks she’s ntally ill. Yes, how can you trust soone with a ntal illness?
Yan Le laughed out loud, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes because of her hysterical laughter.
The world was too dark, she could no longer find a trace of light.
The nanny glared fiercely at Yan Le and quickly said to Feng Ciye, who was pressing his arm, "Fourth Young Master, don’t bother with the Second Miss. She’s not clear-headed. Wait, I’ll go grab the dical kit right away."
Yan Le looked sadly at Feng Ciye, with a hint of apology in her eyes, "Sorry."
Feng Ciye pressed his wound, his smile warm like the winter sun, "Don’t worry, just a minor injury."
The nanny brought over the dical kit, and Su Li took the initiative to open it, taking out so disinfecting tools, "I’ll help you treat it."
It was obvious that Feng Ciye had shielded her just now; otherwise, she would have been the one scratched.
Feng Ciye paused for a mont, then extended his arm.
Chu Canyang was a troublemaker, often getting into fights and getting hurt outside, but he didn’t dare tell his parents, so Su Li frequently helped him with them. Treating wounds and bandaging them was no big deal for her.
Before long, Su Li finished the bandaging and advised, "Avoid getting the wound wet for now."
He smiled peacefully, his pale fingertips unconsciously touching the white bandage, as if he could still feel the warmth from earlier.
Seeing that Feng Ciye was not seriously hurt, Yan Le then wheeled herself slowly towards the bedroom, "Thank you for coming to visit . I’m doing quite well, don’t co again."
She used to enjoy others visiting her because if soone trusted her, her chances of success would be greater.
But now, she had realized that everyone in this world stood with Yan Huan; their visit was nothing but salt in her already scarred wounds!
Su Li stood up, looking at the cold silhouette, firmly saying, "I said I trust you, not humoring you."
The whole hall fell into astonished silence. Su Li seriously trusts what a ntally ill person says?
Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Su Li stepped forward and unplugged the surveillance in the hall.
Yan Huan had installed surveillance at ho, under the guise of monitoring whether the nanny was bullying her sick sister.
Yan Le turned her wheelchair around, gripping the handlebars tightly, her pale fingers turning even whiter, she asked incredulously, "Do you really trust ?"
Su Li nodded.
Feng Ciye’s expression changed, and he said to the nanny, "Could you please go downstairs and buy so disinfectant for ? I need it."
The nanny left, half-believing.
Yan Le excitedly grabbed Su Li, exclaiming in surprise, "Do you really trust ? Those scripts were handwritten by after my legs beca disabled, then Yan Huan took them away..."
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