During these two days in the hospital, Qiao An has not had any contact with the outside world.
Lu Yin forbade her from going online, and Qiao An didn't dare to look at those insulting comments about her online, let alone that video.
She was afraid of reliving that scene from three years ago, afraid that the nightmare would occur again.
It was strange.
When she was with Mu Jingxi, she wasn't afraid of him, except for that incident three years ago, which cast a lethal shadow over her.
Whenever she recalled it, she would uncontrollably tremble, as the despair and helplessness of that night seemed to replay.
"What are you thinking about?" Lu Yin gently stroked her head, seeing her lost in thought, and worried she might be recalling that incident again.
Qiao An forced a smile, "Nothing, just..."
"Just what?"
Qiao An bit her lip, a struggling expression surfacing in her eyes.
"Baobei, you don't need to hide anything from me. Whatever you want to say or ask, you can."
