Zhao Siqing was locked up here for another half a month. If she hadn't been carefully memorizing it, she probably wouldn't even be able to remember the current year.
Her stomach grew bigger and bigger, and so did her appetite.
It was just that Zhao Siqing didn't have a good appetite because she didn't know what the situation outside was like. So, after more than half a month, other than her stomach getting bigger, she actually lost some weight.
She had not seen Li Feihuan again. Instead, it was the woman who had been watching her and Li Feiyuan.
The woman kept a close watch on her. Zhao Siqing could see that the woman was very hostile towards her.
Li Feiyuan was slightly freer than her, but he still could not get the communication device.
Zhao Siqing did not know what Li Feihuan was up to. However, as the days passed, she could no longer remain calm.
Two months had passed. Zhao Siqing was painting with Yuan Yuan when the door was suddenly pushed open.
Zhao Siqing looked up and saw Li Feihuan, who had not shown up for a long time.
Compared to before, his face was much paler. He looked like he had lost too much blood, which made his originally gentle face look much more haggard.
Zhao Siqing did not say anything, but carefully observed his expression.
The corner of his shirt was a little wrinkled. For a man who was used to wearing white, there were still two drops of dried blood on his shirt.
In addition, his stubble had grown a little, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Therefore, Zhao Siqing guessed that he probably didn't sleep last night, or he had suffered a serious injury not long ago.
Li Feihuan stood where he was and looked at her quietly.
After Zhao Siqing finished sizing him up, she withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to continue to accompany Yuan Yuanhua. It was obvious that she didn't have any intention of asking.
Li Feihuan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and for some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable.
He didn't say anything. He got someone to deliver the clothes, then turned around and went into the bathroom.
Zhao Siqing supported her chin with one hand as she looked at Yuan Yuanhua. At this moment, she was also a little absent-minded.
Li Feihuan was injured. Did that mean that Huo Jingchen would be fine.
Or did it mean that the two of them were fighting to the death.
If that was the case, would huo Jingchen be injured? Would he be very sad now... ...
Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing was in a daze. She did not notice it until Li Feihuan came out of the shower and changed into a set of clothes.
Li Feihuan stopped beside her and Li Feiyuan. He reached out to pick up the painting in Li Feiyuan's hand and looked at it.
The painting was perfectly fine when it was suddenly taken away. Li Feihuan could not help but frown, a little displeased.
Zhao Siqing also came back to her senses and sat silently at the side.
Li Feihuan put down Yuan Yuan's words and took the remote control to turn on the TV.
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds when she saw his action.
After all, all the signals in the room were cut off. She tried countless times, but it was futile. She could not get any news from the outside world.
Soon, the TV showed the scene.
Before Zhao Siqing could say anything, Li Feihuan said gently, "I thought you would lose your temper and throw a tantrum after so long. "
His gaze fell on the television, but his words were directed at Zhao Siqing.
Zhao Siqing did not say a word. She only thought that compared to Huo Jingchen, Li Feihuan was already much more polite to her imprisonment. At least Yuan Yuan would accompany her every day, so she would not have to let her imagination run wild.
And although the people guarding her did not allow her to go out, they were not like Huo Jingchen, who had to manage everything and restrict her.
So during this period of time, other than worrying about Huo Jingchen's situation, she actually felt that it was not that bad.