Staring at the meal at the table, Hanming had no appetite at all. He hasn't seen her for four days. The more depressed he is not to see her, the more he wants to see her, even if he knows that she has betrayed him, even if he hates him, even if... There is still a voice in his heart urging him to see her and want to see her.

He is the king of Great Khan. He can see whoever he wants. He just goes to see her. Is it bad for him? If she is bad, he will be happy!

Jiso saw that Hanming didn't move his chopsticks and stood up from his chair. "King, where are you going?"

"Don't follow."

"Yes."

The heavy iron chain left a mark on Ning Lan's wrists and ankles.

Such a big fake pear palace is a prison for Ning Lan, which is no better than the tomb of the living dead.

No laughter, no talking, not even footsteps.

Quiet, everything is quiet like a century old house in the dark. In addition to being dead, there are layers of silence. No, it's dead.

Looking at the food on the table, Ning Lan had no appetite. She took back her eyes and sat quietly on the cold marble floor.

She did not want to die, nor could she die. Even if she died, she would take Yelv Hanming with her.

Si Ji, Ning Lan stood up hard from the ground.

She won't be defeated so easily, but what's the value of a twenty pound iron chain? Compared with the power of hatred, the iron chain of more than 20 kilograms is really too light.

Yelv Hanming doesn't want her to be better. She won't let him succeed. She wants to live not only but also better.

Even now she can't eat anything with heartache, even if she misses her second Royal brother and is going crazy, she has to face it strongly.

She can. She can be alone.

A steady footstep interrupted Ning Lan, who was eating, without looking up, but she knew who was coming.

Han Ming's eyes wandered all the way from Ning Lan's face to Ning Lan's hand holding chopsticks,

"It seems that you live well here."

Ning Lan took a deep breath and said forcefully, "if you want to see if I'm dead, you'll be disappointed."