Maybe he saw her behind the car and turned a blind eye on purpose, or maybe he didn't see her. Shu Tinglan chased her to the gate of the community and watched his car drive away.

The temperature was already very low in the late autumn night. She was in a hurry, so her long black curly hair was draped wetly. She was wearing a black suspender nightgown and a black knitted gown from home. Her whole body was covered in black, which made her look so beautiful.

His face was extremely pale, and the only bright color was the pair of red high heels he was carrying, which was particularly dazzling in the silent night.

After finally taking a taxi to the hospital, doctors, nurses, and caregivers rushed over, each with their own words. She only heard the most important sentence:

"I checked the surveillance and found that your mother is on the rooftop of the top floor."

In the dark night, her mother sat in a wheelchair and looked into the distance, blending into the vast world, her thin body wrapped in a white hospital gown.

The doctors and nurses thought that her mother had lost her mind and ran to the rooftop. Only Shu Tinglan knew that her mother would not commit suicide, let alone commit suicide in this way, because her mother loved her.

Shu Tinglan walked over and squatted beside her, holding her mother's hand.

"mom."

"Here?" Mother was as calm as if she was in the living room at home.

"Yeah." Shu Tinglan's voice was hoarse. He was wearing thin clothes and had been exposed to the night wind for so long. He showed signs of catching a cold.

The mother slowly looked back at her, and then her eyes were fixed on her naked neck and chest, which were dotted with red and ambiguous kiss marks.

Her mother's eyes suddenly became cold and emotional. She stretched out her hand to pull off Shu Tinglan's knitted jacket so hard that she almost fell out of the wheelchair. Shu Tinglan hurriedly supported her and let her tear it apart. The jacket slipped off, and her beautiful shoulders and neck were already covered.

There were strips of red marks scratched by her mother.

"Telling you not to love yourself, telling you not to love yourself."

Punch after punch hit Shu Tinglan's body. The doctors and nurses wanted to stop her, but Shu Tinglan's eyes stopped her. She gently hugged her mother to comfort her.

"Mom, I was wrong. I promise I will never dare to do it again. I must respect myself and love myself." Her tone was gentle and calm enough.

"Lanlan, don't trust men easily, men don't have any good things."

"I know."

As her mother's mood gradually stabilized, Shu Tinglan pushed her back to the ward, where the doctor gave her a sedative and she finally fell asleep peacefully.

"Your mother is usually emotionally stable and very cooperative with the treatment. She rarely appears like this today. We will conduct a comprehensive examination on her tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Shu Tinglan was dressed in black, and her slightly curly black hair had been dried and scattered casually. It formed a sharp contrast between the black and white of the hospital late at night, especially the click of the red high heels as they stepped on the empty corridor.

The clicking sound makes people feel itchy.

The doctors and nurses only had a few words floating in their minds, "It's so beautiful."

Shu Tinglan transferred 3,000 yuan as a red envelope to the nurse on WeChat, hoping that she could be more dedicated in caring for her mother. This was all she could do, and nothing else.

She didn't get home until nearly early in the morning, and all that remained in her mind was what her mother said about self-love. But she was already 25 years old, and before tonight, she had never even touched a man's hand, so how could she love herself.

Tonight, the first time with Zhuo Yuan, she did not regret it. This did not conflict with self-love. In her opinion, self-love meant being responsible for everything she did. She was clear about what she was doing and could do it for her.
Chapter completed!