Yan Yihan straightened up, she sat on the ground, frowned and looked at her left wrist, just now she fell off the swing and deliberately touched her own injury, and now the gauze wrapped around is a little scattered, she simply removed the gauze, and the ugly scar inside was exposed, and it was oozing red at the moment.

The maid was shocked, stared at Yan Yihan's wound with frightened eyes, and stopped for a few seconds before reacting, "Miss Yan, I'll call a doctor!"

With that, she got up and wanted to run back.

Yan Yihan reached out and grabbed the maid's arm, and the maid looked back at her in surprise.

Yan Yihan frowned slightly, endured the pain before standing up on the ground, glanced at her wrist, she smiled slightly, and said lightly, "This little injury, it's okay, you don't need to call the doctor over, I can handle it myself!"

The maid looked at Yan Yihan, she couldn't make up her mind, and said in a low voice, "This ......"

Yan Yihan shook his head with a smile and said, "It's really okay, you don't have to worry about me!"

After that, she bypassed the maid and was about to walk towards the villa, and halfway through, she suddenly turned to the maid and said, "Oh, by the way, don't tell Mr. An about this, I don't want him to be unhappy!"

With a faint smile on her face, Yan Yihan looked at the maid with a meaningful face.

Walking back to the villa alone, Yan Yihan didn't have any special expression on her face, and the maid at the door saw her and greeted her respectfully, "Miss Yan!"

Yan Yihan politely returned the salute, "Well, hello!"

Walking to the dining room, Yan Yihan saw several maids arranging dishes, and when they saw Yan Yihan, they lowered their heads slightly and shouted, "Miss Yan!"

Yan Yihan nodded and said with a light smile, "Are you going to eat?"

One of the maids said, "Yes, Miss Yan, it's time for dinner, and we're about to call you!"

Yan Yihan glanced at the tomato fish on the table, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on her face, and she sat down at the table, she said with a smile, "Well, it just so happens that I'm also a little hungry!"

The maid helped Yan Yihan put the rice well, Yan Yihan thanked her, picked up the chopsticks, she looked at the tomato fish in front of her, and her heart turned over with a wave of nausea, but with a smile on her face, she took a bite with the chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

The smell of tomato sauce and fish immediately filled her mouth, Yan Yihan almost didn't eat for a day and a night, and her whole stomach was empty, and suddenly this greasy feeling hit, she involuntarily tensed her body, and resisted the urge to vomit.

The maid was standing behind Yan Yihan, probably feeling Yan Yihan's strange appearance, and she asked in a low voice, "Miss Yan, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Yan Yihan shook her head, forced a smile, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, thank you!"

Forcing herself to eat as much fish as possible, after dinner, Yan Yihan returned to the guest room prepared for her by the maid, as soon as the door was closed, she rushed to the bathroom, knelt on the edge of the toilet, and she began to retch.

She vomited out most of the food she ate at night, Yan Yihan pressed the flush button, and it took a long time to get up from the ground holding her stomach, and when she came to the sink, she turned on the faucet and threw cold water on her face.

Raising her eyes and seeing herself in the mirror, that familiar face was full of cold indifference, her eyes were red, Yan Yihan's heart was filled with sadness, why did she come to this point? !

Her ears were filled with the sound of water hitting ceramics, Yan Yihan slowly lowered her head, looked at her left wrist, and removed the gauze expressionlessly, she stared at the wound that had opened again, and her eyes were blank except for indifference.

Without blinking, she slowly took her wrist under the rushing water, and the cold cold water washed over the wound, it was not possible to say whether it was piercing or hot, Yan Yihan only felt the pain in her heart, from her wrist to the tip of her heart.

In just ten minutes, Yan Yihan felt like a century had passed, biting her lip and taking her wrist back, Yan Yihan stared at the wound that had been washed into pale pink, it was like an ugly monster with skin and flesh, laughing at her compromise and depravity.

For the sake of Xiao Mo, she has no other way, and she doesn't want to......

Seeing the big bathtub by the bathroom, Yan Yihan walked over, lying in it with her clothes on, she reached out and opened the cold water pipe, and the cold water flowed down the bathtub, slowly soaking her back and legs, lower abdomen, chest, and neck......

When the surroundings were overwhelmed by the cold, Yan Yihan finally came to her senses, got up and turned off the faucet, she silently lay down again, although it was summer now, but being immersed in such cold water, she still couldn't help but shiver.

Closing her eyes, she didn't move as if she was asleep, I don't know if it was two hours, three hours, or more, Yan Yihan finally opened her eyes slowly, her body had completely adapted to the cold, and in such water, she felt unusually calm.

A thought suddenly popped up in her heart, did she sink her head into it, did she just endure it for a few minutes, and she would be able to be calm forever?

But this stupid idea just disappeared in a flash, Yan Yihan showed a faint self-deprecating smile on her face, if she wanted to die, she could have died a long time ago, but if she died, what should Xiao Mo do? She didn't get along with An Mubing for a long time, but she believed enough in this bastard, he would definitely do what he said and let Xiao Mo bury her!

Thinking of Xiao Mo, Yan Yihan's eyes were as calm as extinguishing ashes, and the light of the fire lit up again, enduring the pain in her head, Yan Yihan frowned slightly, stepped out of the bathtub, and at the moment when her feet stood on the ground, she suddenly felt that the whole person was fluttering.

Wearing wet clothes, Yan Yihan came to the bedroom of the guest room, reached out and pressed the air conditioning button, she turned on the air conditioning in the room to the maximum, and lay flat on the bed like this, feeling the increasingly strong cold air, with a faint but gratifying smile on the corner of her lips.

On the eve of gradually losing consciousness, Yan Yihan happily thought that she would definitely succeed this time......

In fact, Yan Yihan really succeeded, she was sick this time, and when someone found out that she was already sick and unconscious in the house, it was a day and a night later.

The maid saw that Yan Yihan hadn't gone out all day, and when it came to the evening, they were really unsure, after all, no one in the house answered how to call the door, An Mubing and Chen Xun were not at home, they were afraid, if something happened, An Mubing would definitely let all of them follow the funeral.

Thinking like this, they finally couldn't help but take the key to open the door and go in, and the cold air rushing in front of them made everyone feel cold.

One of the maids whispered, "Miss Yan?"

The room was dark, there were no lights, and the faces of several servants were all the same with fear.

One of the more daring ones reached out to turn on the wall lamp and walked inside.

Yan Yihan and Yi curled up sideways on the big bed, her arms hanging weakly on the side of the bed, looking like ...... Dead as well.