Chapter 1887: Chapter 1887: Is It Love or Hate?
Long Xuanye’s face changed dramatically, overwhelmed by panic, "What did you say?"
"You once imprisoned me, didn’t you! In a splendid and magnificent palace!"
"I didn’t!"
Long Xuanye suddenly stood up and stumbled out, too flustered, tripping and falling to the ground.
Yet he didn’t dare to look back, fleeing in embarrassment.
Xia Weibao collapsed weakly onto the bed, trying hard to recall the scene she just saw.
But she realized she couldn’t remember anything.
Long Xuanye’s reaction was too abnormal, their past definitely wasn’t as wonderful as he claimed!
He must be hiding a lot of things, otherwise why would he not even have the courage to face her!
However, she couldn’t remember.
Why couldn’t she remember? Could it be that, like Lu Hualiang, her memory was also washed away?
Impossible!
The kind of poison that wipes memories was developed by her, how could she not know if she’d been drugged!
This possibility was ruled out.
Then why exactly did she forget about the past?
Or maybe, unlike them, she didn’t reincarnate with memories.
The events were like mists in the water, driving her crazy.
Annoyed and restless.
A young maid came in with food again and brought a set of clothes for her.
"Miss, please eat something, there’s no point in punishing your own body."
Xia Weibao didn’t respond.
The young maid continued, "The master really loves you, maybe his methods are a bit extreme, but it’s only because he loves you so much."
Seeing she had been talking for a long time without a word from Xia Weibao, who just tilted her head quietly as if asleep.
The young maid sighed and took the meal away.
About an hour later, a medical team in white outfits came in, held her hands down, and inserted a needle.
Not knowing what they were injecting into her body.
"What are you doing!" Xia Weibao was shocked.
One of the medical staff smiled kindly, "Miss, no need to worry, it’s a nutrient solution. Mr. Long said since you won’t eat, you’ll be infused with nutrients instead."
Xia Weibao looked at that large bottle of nutrient solution, filled with self-mockery, not even allowed the chance to die.
Yang Zixin came to see Long Xuanye, just stepped into the hall when he heard a loud bang from the third floor.
He frowned, "What was that sound."
The young maid replied respectfully, "It might be Miss Xia having another tantrum. This way, please, Mr. Yang, the master is waiting in the study."
Yang Zixin hesitated for a moment, not following the young maid to the study, but headed upstairs instead.
When he reached the master bedroom on the third floor, he saw several doctors inside cleaning up the mess on the floor.
The drip stand was knocked over, and the medicine was spilled everywhere.
By the bed, several nurses were holding down the person on the bed, "Miss, calm down, your hand is bleeding."
The nurses blocked the view, Yang Zixin couldn’t see the person on the bed, but he could see a hand as pale as bones seeping blood, a nurse wiping it with cotton.
He walked over and his breath caught when he saw the terribly thin Xia Weibao on the bed.
How could it be like this!
The Xia Weibao he remembered was so beautiful and elegant, her skin like porcelain, her complexion rosy as a peach blossom.
But now, reduced to skin and bones, her face pale without a trace of color, haggard under the torment of illness, devoid of any luster.
Is this really the Xia Weibao he knew.
Long Xuanye said he loved her, would give her happiness, is this what he meant by giving her happiness?
Torturing someone to half-dead?
Is it love, or hate!
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