Du Xinyuan opened her eyes wide, looking around in confusion, and then realized she had been sleeping on her stomach.
What happened to her?
Du Xinyuan blinked, pondering hard.
As memories slowly flooded back, her expression gradually turned fierce.
At the same time, the pain in her chest intensified.
Du Xinyuan wanted to turn over, but glancing around, she found the sickroom empty except for various machines.
She wanted to change positions, but her body felt weak, especially her legs which had no sensation at all.
A familiar feeling slowly crept over her, everything in front of her seemed like a replay of history when she was hit by the chandelier last time.
She must have been thrown and injured.
Du Xinyuan thought, recalling the instance of being flung into the air, and her hatred grew even stronger.
She wanted to immediately have someone kill Yu Han and Yan Xia, but she couldn't move at all.
