chapter 13

The room was completely empty.

All my belongings had already disappeared.

The sliding door to the bathroom was wide open, and the bathtub was stained blood-red.

It was a shocking sight.

Everyone’s expression changed in an instant.

Lu Qingyao, being a doctor, had the strongest reaction.

He sprang to his feet and strode quickly into the room.

When he saw the blood in the bathtub clearly, he drew in a sharp breath.

His eyes quickly filled with panic and disbelief:

“No, no, this amount of blood isn’t right.”

“She… she really wants to die…”

After saying this, as if seeking confirmation,

Lu Qingyao hurriedly pulled out his phone from his pocket.

His fingers fumbled, then he zoomed in on the image.

The video was shot from far away, so I actually couldn’t see what he was looking at.

But inexplicably, I guessed he must be looking at the photo of my slashed wrist that I’d sent.

I thought as much – if Lu Qingyao, being a doctor, had actually seen the depth of the cut on my wrist,

how could he possibly still think I was just acting?

It turned out he hadn’t seen it at all.

A chill settled in my heart. I tilted my head back and reached out, ready to hang up the call.

But Lu Qingyao suddenly snatched Third Brother’s phone.

His face was nearly colorless:

“Lu Siyuan, stop it.”

“Come back… come home.”

“Or tell me where you are, and I’ll come pick you up…”