Lin Xinlan didn’t get angry; instead, she offered a faint smile.
Perhaps it’s true that as a person nears death, their state of mind becomes indifferent and carefree.
Now, she had no feelings for him, not to mention hate, not even a trace of emotion.
Seeing her indifference, Qiao Yiyang felt a sense of powerlessness. He really wanted to argue loudly with her, but he couldn’t lose his composure, so he could only hold his breath in his heart, feeling very uncomfortable.
Lu Xiaofan finished cooking the meal and said indifferently, "Dinner’s ready."
Lin Xinlan propped herself up and slowly walked over to sit down.
Now that someone was cooking for her for free, she would eat without hesitation; after all, her body wasn’t fit for cooking, and if they wanted to cook, she wouldn’t stop them.
Lin Xinlan smelled the food; it was fragrant. She smiled slightly and said, "Your cooking is quite good."
"Thank you for your praise," Lu Xiaofan responded indifferently.
She served her a bowl of soup, and Lin Xinlan drank it, feeling very comfortable.
After the meal, she felt much better, her spirits lifted.
How strange, why did she always feel this way after eating the dishes Lu Xiaofan made?
Moreover, in the past few days, the speed of her aging had noticeably slowed and wasn’t as rapid as before, which made her quite puzzled.
Lin Xinlan looked at her suspiciously and asked, "You didn’t put an antidote in the food, did you? Why do I always feel much better after eating it?"
Lu Xiaofan glanced at her sidelong and scoffed, "Do you think I would give you an antidote willingly? I wish you were dead, so that Qiao Yiyang’s eyes would turn to me."
Lin Xinlan let out a laugh.
Actually, she had a fairly good impression of Lu Xiaofan, although she was cold, indifferent to others’ life and death, and even killing didn’t make her blink an eye.
But she was never underhanded, never scheming behind people’s backs, and was very straightforward, without beating around the bush, making people love and hate her in equal measure, truly leaving one helpless against her.
Hearing her blunt words, Qiao Yiyang frowned slightly, but Lu Xiaofan didn’t care about him; after all, she was only stating the facts.
Lin Xinlan looked at Qiao Yiyang with sarcasm, "It’s really foolish of you to cling to me and not let go when you clearly have a great girl right in front of you."
Qiao Yiyang’s lips tightened slightly as he said indifferently, "Not all good things are suitable for me."
Lin Xinlan hurriedly said, "That’s exactly what I wanted to say to you."
"Xinlan, I know she’s good to me, but you’re the only one in my heart, I can’t make room for anyone else," Qiao Yiyang said helplessly.
Lin Xinlan glanced at him and didn’t say anything, standing up and walking towards the bedroom.
Every day, she would go online for a while, just to keep up with Rong Shaoze’s recent situation.
In the past month, the paparazzi often caught him drunk, as well as his haggard and emaciated appearance.
She knew that her departure had hit him hard and made him very sad.
Seeing his dejected look, she felt even more pain in her heart than he did.
But she was convinced that, as time went by, the pain in his heart would fade, and he would gradually let go of her, no longer grieving for her.
As long as he persevered, all this would pass.
She too needed to persevere to completely rid herself of all the sorrow.
Lin Xinlan opened the webpage with a heavy heart, only to suddenly see the search term that popped up automatically in the search engine. Her eyes sharply jolted, and in a moment, she was completely stunned.
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