Madam Dihao is not good

"What did you write?"

He looked at her with tight eyes, and he felt that what she wrote was...

The last one is...

He didn't dare to think about it, and looked at her with bated breath: "Speak up, tell me!"

Chanel bit her lip, shook her head, picked up his palm, and wrote gently in his palm: [

[I can't speak... I can't find my voice. 】

Su Shijie was stunned

"She couldn't speak, it had nothing to do with her body, it was caused by her psychological pressure."

After examining Chanel's body, the doctor came to a conclusion: "In this case, there is nothing our doctors can do. There is no way to cure her with medicine... If she wants to talk again, she needs to open her heart. You can take her to a See a psychiatrist."

Su Shijie darkened his eyes, sent the doctor away, and looked at Chanel.

She obediently sat in front of the piano, her eyes a little dazed, looking at the black and white keys in front of her.

She lightly pressed a few keys with her fingers, and heard the voice of exhortation, such a nice voice...

However, she could no longer make a sound.

She couldn't speak, it had nothing to do with anything else, but her mental stress.

Chanel knew that in this life, she had too much to say, but she would never be able to say it.

She has never been able to share what is in her heart with anyone, she can only hold it in her heart and keep thinking wildly.The more I think about it, the more gloomy I think.

There were too many words in her heart, too many...too much to suppress her like a hill.

Now, she can't make a sound anymore...

Maybe, God is making a choice for her?

Whether to say or not to say, she has been entangled and wandering, and now God just told her not to say it.

"Mr. Su, let's eat first. Miss Xia should be hungry after sleeping for so long."

Although the potion given to Chanel contains nutrient solution and glucose, if you don't eat for more than two days, usually people will still be hungry and lack energy.

Su Shijie nodded and asked Xiao Zhang to arrange the food on the coffee table.

Then he walked to Chanel's side, held her thin shoulders, and hugged her to the edge of the sofa. [

Still the same as before, he let her sit on his lap, with most of her body leaning against him.

He first made some soup for her to drink, since she hadn't eaten for a few days, she should drink some warm food first to pad her stomach.

Chanel usually doesn't talk much, but now she can't speak, and she has no voice at all