A girl couldn't help but whisper, "What's the difference between this and being in prison?"
Su Li sneered inwardly, isn't this almost the same as being imprisoned?
Her own sister, in the name of protection, restricting personal freedom.
Su Li looked at Yan Le, her appearance wasn't particularly beautiful, but she could be called delicate, with shoulder-length dull black hair. Her face, as small as a palm, was pale as paper. She was very thin, with skin stretched over bones, and her bones were conspicuous.
At a glance, she looked to be in a poor mental state.
The nanny didn't dare mention the incident of scolding Yan Le earlier, awkwardly smiled, and went to the kitchen to wash a plate of fruits to bring over.
Lu Zifan and a group of classmates were offering condolences to Yan Le in the wheelchair, expressing the school's thoughts and care for her.
Yan Le's expression was very calm, only nodding continuously.
After a while, the atmosphere turned awkward.
