Li Xiaoran did not know whether to laugh or cry. "That bastard Li Zecheng stabs me in front of my elders every day. I don't have to speak up for him. Qiao An, I'm just stating the facts."
Overwhelmed by hatred, Qiao An said peremptorily, "You'd better stay out of my business with him. In case I accidentally hurt you."
Li Xiaoran stared at Qiao An in a daze. Only now did he understand that Qiao An had not released her pent-up emotions while she was lying in the hospital, unable to move.
Which meant that her period of insanity was delayed.
The next stage would be the cathartic period of her emotions.
That was the process of her worldview being destroyed and reconstructed. It was as if a reborn baby needed someone to guide her worldview again, or she would easily go astray.
"Qiao An, a fish in a hot pot can blame the heartlessness of the water, but what really kills it is the fire under the pot."
