"Yi'an, Anan!"
Tan Jincheng quickly called out.
The suite was very large, with several rooms, and Tan Jincheng hurriedly opened one door after another to look inside.
No, no, still no.
Tan Jincheng's face looked extremely worried.
Finally, he ran to the closet.
As soon as he opened the door and saw the scene before him, he was completely devastated!
Glass shards were everywhere, and Gu Yi'an was just sitting on the floor like that, hugging her knees with her arms, curled up with her head buried between her knees, her hair disheveled and messy.
Her arms, as delicate and white as lotus roots, had several wounds from which blood was still seeping, clearly cut by the glass.
Even a shard of glass was embedded in her calf!
Her voice was low and hoarse as she sobbed intermittently.
The scene before him was like a knife stabbing fiercely into Tan Jincheng's heart.
Heart-wrenching was the only way to describe it.
He didn't even dare to approach her, didn't dare to walk up to her!
