A car arrived at the hotel.
Lou Xining bought Alan a set of clothes and asked her to take a shower and change into them.
The Murong Family’s ho is at least an hour’s drive from here, and there’s so traffic outside, so it might take even longer.
To change out of the soiled dress this morning, they could only go to the hotel.
Since being brought away by Lou Xining, Alan had been in a daze, not speaking, not smiling.
Finally, she was pushed into the bathroom by Lou Xining. She held the clothes in her arms, squatted on the floor, motionless, her eyes empty like a lifeless statue.
The words of her third and fourth aunts kept echoing in her ears.
Useless.
Worthless.
Trash.
In her heart, it felt as if thousands of tiny knives were cutting deeply.
It hurt so much, it was so sad.
Every cell in her body felt sorrow.
Her body was cold too; she had to drink so alcohol...
After drinking, her heart wouldn’t hurt, and her body wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable.
After drinking, she could cover her head and sleep. When she woke up tomorrow, everything would be forgotten.
Alan slowly got up, still wearing the dress soiled by the cake, opened the bathroom door, and walked to the living room.
Lou Xining was still waiting outside, wondering why there hadn’t been any sound of water for such a long ti since Alan went into the bathroom?
Then he saw Alan coming out, still in her dirty clothes, with the sa stiff expression on her face.
Lou Xining didn’t say anything, carefully observing Alan’s behavior.
He saw her walk to the coffee table and pick up a bottle of alcohol on the table.
This was the presidential suite, and the table was well-stocked with all kinds of alcohol.
Red wine, white wine, beer, fruit wine, everything was there.
Alan opened the white wine directly and, without using a glass, started drinking directly from the bottle.
Lou Xining thought she would just take a sip or two. How could he have foreseen she would drink straight from the bottle?
And it wasn’t a low-alcohol wine; drinking it that way was like courting death!
He jumped up, walked over, snatched the bottle from Alan’s hand, and shouted, "Are you crazy?!"
Alan acted like she hadn’t heard him, not caring about the bottle snatched away. She easily opened another bottle.
But before she could take a sip from this bottle, it was snatched away again.
Not angry, she continued chanically and opened a third bottle.
It was taken away again.
Then a fourth, taken away again.
When she reached for a fifth bottle, Lou Xining exploded.
He threw down the bottle, gripped Alan’s shoulders with both hands, and forced her to look at him.
"Alan! Snap out of it! Alcohol won’t solve any problems; all it will do is harm your body!"
Maybe it was because Lou Xining’s voice was too loud, or maybe it was because Lou Xining’s voice was too deep, too pleasant to hear...
In the end, it brought back a bit of rationality to Alan.
Her lifeless eyes t Lou Xining’s, and she gave a self-deprecating smile.
"Harming my body? For a useless piece of trash like , why wouldn’t death be better? Why does soone as worthless as have to co into this world and suffer..."
When she said this, Alan seed like a walking corpse with no soul.
She was alive, yet, it felt as if she were already dead.
Her soul was already dead.
Lou Xining was stunned by those empty eyes...
He had seen many patients, of all kinds.
Extre cases like Alan were not rare, but none had ever shaken him as much as she did now!
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