Ning Qing stammered. She did not quite understand why she was suddenly explaining her situation.
Tina didn't want to continue this topic, so she walked toward the door.
"If you're hungry, come out and eat."
“……”
Ning Qing did not move.
"Tell me if you need help," Tina turned around with one hand on the door frame.
Her voice was cold and emotionless, as if she had no emotions.
Ning Qing agreed and she walked away.
The bedroom was simply dressed, with light purple curtains, a wooden desk, and a bookcase. It looked like a single apartment.
In fact, she didn't want to eat anything, and she couldn't eat anything.
Ning Qing's mind was filled with the painful experiences from before. She felt like she was dreaming, but those things had really happened.
He slowly lay down, letting the numbness and pain eat away at him.
