Torture...

Kevin finally raised his hand, and his cold fingers fell on the end of the long wound. "Why are you thanking me?"

Arosh was in pain and slightly averted. Those words were a bit hypocritical in his heart, so he changed his words and said, "Thank you for coming to me. By the way, is he your sister ... Is everything okay?"

He hadn’t forgotten that it was in a hurry to leave this afternoon for Farah. Besides, Farah isn't in school these days, so that Farah won't have any more trouble, right?

He lost strength in his hands and looked up at her.

When Farah arrived, Kevin's face darkened again.

At noon, she received a call from an assistant who said Farah was locked in the room and she couldn’t paint no matter how hard she tried. open the

He hurried home and kicked in the door.

A bottle of sleeping pills was scattered on the side of the bed. He found out that Farah had taken too many sleeping pills and was unconscious.

He immediately sent Farah to the hospital. After that, he received a phone