Han Luoxi felt that Gu Xiaoer shouldn't react this way; at least the reaction she expected was one that was out of control, screaming, and then hatred.
The more Gu Xiaoer hated Han Luoli, the easier it would be for her to get Brother Luoli.
But in the girl's calm eyes, she couldn't find any extra emotions.
Damn it, why is she so calm? Hasn't she remembered her lost memory yet?
Gu Xiaoer didn't bother with her anymore, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.
"Help me turn off the lights, thanks." There were no windows in this room; the brightness for twenty-four hours relied entirely on the light bulb overhead, making her scalp tingle.
"Bang!"
Han Luoxi angrily shut the door, but still turned off the lights and went out.
"Luoxi, how's Gu Xiaoer inside?" Wen Zhiyan approached, concerned, chasing after Han Luoxi.
