Chapter 858 - Was She Going to Die? (2/2)

She did not kill Xia Yixuan; she escaped.

She did not kill Song Wan…

But Song Wan might die.

Actually, this kind of person deserved to die. She really wanted to kill her, but she did not. She did not do it in the end. No matter how much she wanted to kill that woman, she was Chu Lui’s mother. She was still Chu Lui’s mother.

Lightly, she sniffed. Would it not hurt anymore after some time? Would it really stop hurting after a few days?

She curled herself up and spent another day in this place without light or dark. There might still be a tomorrow, or the day after, or even a few days; she did not know. There was also the possibility that she would not live to the next day, and there would be no ‘her’ in the world anymore.

Another day passed as she reached out her hand and took an apple. Her stomach kept growling. She placed the apple under her nose and as she smelled the fragrance of the apple, her stomach keeping on churning stomach juices. She placed the apple by her mouth, opened it, but did not dare to take a bite. She was afraid that she would not have anything to eat after the apple.

Until she woke up again, she was still holding the apple in her hand. However, she was so hungry until she bent over. All these years—no matter how tough life was, she never starved.

She told herself that as long as she had her limbs, she would never starve herself; and she really did that. She had never starved. At the gold island, she also used her own two hands to earn a bowl of rice. However, at this point, facing the apple, the endless darkness, and the unknown future; she really did not know what her limbs could do for her.

She placed the apple in her mouth and lightly took a bite.

The sweet and sour taste made her want to cry.

However, there was no other food in her stomach. When she ate this, it made her stomach even more upset and hungrier.

She did not know how many days she took to eat one apple. Every time she was starving until she could not make it, she would eat one bite. When she got hungry again, she would drink a mouthful of water.

When she really could not do it anymore, she would tell herself to sleep. Yes, sleep. She would not be hungry once she slept. However, the longer she slept, the hungrier she felt.

She finished yet another apple. She was not hungry; she was starving. She was hungry until she cried, but what could she do? She did not even have the strength to lift her arms.

Once again, she opened her eyes and placed her hands on her stomach before she turned around to vomit. However, after vomiting for quite some time, she only puked out gastric juice.

She held the sofa to stand up. Then, she went to the washroom to drink a whole stomach full of water before she wobbled out with her weak body.

When she reached the couch and lay on it, she had no strength left.

She reached out her hand and wanted to take an apple, but after feeling around for some time, there was nothing. She reached under the table, but there was still nothing. She searched everywhere, but there was still nothing.

There were no more apples.

She held her face hopelessly.

What to do? What to do? There were no more apples; she had lost the last bit of food that she had.