Jiang Qilling had changed her clothes. She was wearing white, and her hair was tied with a white band. There was no piece of jewelry on her. She was in her mourning dress.
Lu Li could tell that Jiang Qiling had set her mind on killing herself judging by her blank stares. Should this not be dealt with in the right way, she would still seek ways to end her life even if she could not die this time.
Jiang Hong was standing next to her, with some bandages and healing pellets in his hands, but he was afraid to move. Seeing that Lu Li had come, Jiang Hong worked up the courage to grab Jiang Qiling’s hand, trying to stop the bleeding.
Jiang Qiling made a move, but not on her hand. She raised her head and threw a glance at Jiang Hong.
What a glance! Empty, cold, terrifying, not a single trace of emotions…
