In the guest room of the villa, the curtains were drawn tightly. The lights were not switched on in the room, and the sound of the respirator and air conditioner mingled together. The atmosphere was gloomy and oppressive.
Bi Fang was leaning against the hospital bed, covered in bandages. The television was broadcasting a variety show on the entertainment channel. There was no trace of a smile on his face. His eyes were empty as he stared ahead. A dejected and depressing aura surrounded him.
When Wu Mei entered the room, she saw that the dishes that the butler had brought over had not been touched and were just quietly sitting beside him. Furious, she rushed over and swiftly grabbed Bi Fang's chin, forcing him to drink the warm porridge. Bi Fang coughed twice and immediately swallowed the food, like a robot.
