Jiang Lan sat on the sofa, Lu Jingchi wiping her hair with a towel. Her face was pale and bloodless, and under the overhead light, she looked as pale as death. Jiang Lan stared blankly into the void, motionless. Lu Jingchi glanced down at her. But he said nothing and continued wiping her hair. He didn't even ask what happened at the Lu family's house. I don't know if he guessed and didn't want to