He looked up at her, his thin lips pulled out a faint arc of laughter, and said casually, “What did I do? You want to go, didn’t I let you go.”
She closed her eyes and opened them again. Even so, the ups and downs of her heart couldn’t be relieved. She said with cold eyes and expressionlessly, “What do you mean by self-harm?”
“My body is my own. How do I want to deal with it should be my own business?”
His leisurely tone seemed to be saying something completely irrelevant.
Wen Yi looked at him for a while, and finally gave up the theory and argument. She turned her head to the servant who had not left, “Call the doctor over.”
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