A car arrived at the hotel.
Lou Xining bought Alan a set of clothes and asked her to take a shower and change into them.
The Murong Family's home is at least an hour's drive from here, and there's some traffic outside, so it might take even longer.
To change out of the soiled dress this morning, they could only go to the hotel.
Since being brought away by Lou Xining, Alan had been in a daze, not speaking, not smiling.
Finally, she was pushed into the bathroom by Lou Xining. She held the clothes in her arms, squatted on the floor, motionless, her eyes empty like a lifeless statue.
The words of her third and fourth aunts kept echoing in her ears.
Useless.
Worthless.
Trash.
In her heart, it felt as if thousands of tiny knives were cutting deeply.
It hurt so much, it was so sad.
Every cell in her body felt sorrow.
Her body was cold too; she had to drink some alcohol...
After drinking, her heart wouldn't hurt, and her body wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
