Chapter 852 Is She Going to Die?

She struggled to pull at her dry and cracked lips. She wondered if it would be cleaner if she died like this, but she didn't want to really die here. She didn't want to wait until others found her when her body was already stiff. It's dead, rotten, and even full of bugs, so she doesn't want to die yet. She wants a clean life and a clean death, and she's not willing to accept other people's calculations.

She struggled to stand up from the ground, but her shoulders felt broken. The pain was just like the feeling when her arm was broken. She just stood up, and then fell to the ground. On the ground, she realized that she had not eaten or drank water for a long time.

She looked for the door, but with a bang, she fell to the ground again, which also hurt her thin protruding leg bones. She gritted her teeth and stood again, walked to the door, and turned the door again.

But no matter how hard she twisted the lock, the door could not be opened.

Ah……

She smiled, the smile was ironic,

Was he afraid that she would run away, or was he afraid of her or something?

She let go of her hand and walked back. She licked her chapped lips and almost crawled to the living room under the light that was not too bright. There were apples, yes, there were apples. She stood up weakly and walked towards the coffee table. She remembered that there were one or two apples on it, and she peeled one and two more.

She stretched out her hand and touched an apple. She didn't even think about washing it. She picked up the apple and ate it voraciously. She was hungry, really very hungry, and when she wasn't so hungry, she was hungry. I almost vomited sour water and almost wanted to chew on the table and myself.

But after she finished eating, she regretted it. If she had to stay here for a few more days, would there be food for her?

She stood up again and groped forward because she didn't dare to turn on the light and didn't want to see the blood on the ground and the blood on her body.

There was nothing in the kitchen, not even a refrigerator, so there was no way there would be anything to eat.

She has searched several times, but there is indeed nothing. She just doesn't know if there are mice. It would be great if there are mice. Maybe when she is really hungry and about to die, she will catch the mice and eat them.

She turned on the faucet, and the cool water was already flowing.

Fortunately... there is water

She licked her chapped and bleeding lips, put her hand under the faucet, and let the water wash away the blood stains on her fingers that did not belong to her. Then she picked up the water and drank it, regardless of whether it was hot or cold.

The water was like a sweet spring, nourishing her chapped lips, nourishing her heart and lungs, and saving her life. She didn't know how much water she drank, but she just knew that she seemed to be able to move around. Hearing the growl in his stomach.

She had heard that people could live for seven days without eating, but they might not live for three days without drinking water.

And she didn't know how many days she could last.

She walked out and huddled herself in a corner, shrinking into a small ball.

And she put her fingers on her eyes, and she could still feel the warm blood in her palms. It seemed that her hands had really ended a person's life.

In the past, she had a life in her hands, and they all said she killed him. But now, she still has a life in her hands, and who believes that she didn't kill anyone?

She didn't kill Xia Yixuan, but Xia Yixuan was the best.

She didn't kill Song Wan.

But Song Wan might die.

In fact, such a person deserved his death. She really wanted to kill him, but she didn't, she didn't, and she didn't do it in the end. Even though she wanted to kill that woman so much, but, he was Chu Lu's. Mom, she is Chu Lu’s mother.

Gently, she sniffed, wondering if it had hurt for a long time and it wouldn't hurt anymore. If it took a few days, it would really stop hurting.

She retracted her breasts again and spent another day in such a dark place, and then there might be tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. As for how many days there were, she didn't know. It was possible that she had not survived tomorrow. , is no longer in this world.

Another day passed. She stretched out her hand and took another apple. Her stomach growled from time to time. She put the apple to her nose. She couldn't help but smell the fragrance of the apple, and her stomach kept feeling hungry. Her eyes were filled with sour water. She put the apple to her mouth and opened her mouth, but she didn't dare to take a bite. She was afraid that the apple would be gone and she would have nothing to eat.

When she woke up again, she still held the apple in her hand, but her chest was pressed to her back with hunger. Over the years, no matter how hard her life was, she had never been hungry.

She told herself that as long as she had hands and feet, she would never starve to death no matter what, and she did it. She had never been hungry. She also used her own hands to earn money for herself on the Gold Rush Island. She had eaten that bowl of rice, but now, facing this apple, the endless darkness, and the unknown future, she really didn't know what she could do with her hands and feet.

She put the apple in her mouth and took a bite.

The sweet and sour taste made her want to cry.

However, because there was no other food in her stomach, eating like this only made her stomach more uncomfortable and made her even hungrier.

She didn't know how many days she had eaten an apple. Whenever she was very hungry, she would take a bite. When she felt hungry again, she would fill her stomach with water.

If she was too hungry again, she would tell herself.

Go to sleep, yes, go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep, but she spends more and more time sleeping, but she also becomes more and more hungry.

After finishing an apple, she was not hungry, but very hungry. She was so hungry that she cried, but there was nothing she could do. She was so hungry that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands.

Once again, she opened her eyes, put her hand on her stomach, then turned over, lay there and vomited, but after vomiting for a long time, all she vomited out was some sour water.

She stood up against the sofa, went to the bathroom, and drank a lot of water before she became weak and staggered out.

Until she lay back on the sofa again, she almost had no strength at all.

Stretching out her hand, she wanted to get an apple, but after groping for a long time on the table, there was no apple. She also groped under the table, and there was no apple. She searched everywhere, but there was none.

Apple is gone.

She covered her face in despair.

What to do, what to do, there are no more apples, she doesn't even have the last bit of food.