Xia Yanxin tried to open the window or the door with her hands, but in the end, all attempts failed. The window was sealed shut, and the door was locked from the outside; it seemed that brute force would not enable her escape.
On closer consideration, all of this was premeditated. Chu Sihao must have drugged the wine; otherwise, it was impossible for her to have gotten drunk from such a small amount of alcohol.
Yes, it must be so. Brother Sihao, why would you do this?
Compared to being locked in a psychiatric hospital, this cruel truth struck her even harder.
She had trusted him so much; she always thought he was a person with whom she could exchange her heart, her most solid support. To think, that was just her wishful thinking.
Suddenly, there was the sound of keys turning at the main door. Xia Yanxin gathered her thoughts and sat up from the bed.
A nurse came in carrying a tray— a disposable plastic lunch box with rice and dishes inside…
