Yes.
Being under house arrest is indeed something intolerable for An Weiwei.
However, this intolerance is not solely due to so-called loneliness.
On the contrary, being alone is not a big deal for An Weiwei.
The real torment for her is the craving for blood in her heart.
She couldnât remember when it started, the thrill of feeling warm animal blood flowing over her hands.
By the time she realized she was addicted, she couldnât quit.
Moreover, An Weiwei never intended to quit in the first place.
Why let go of such a sweet, intoxicating feeling?
Like an addict, only blood could quench her inner thirst.
But now, she couldnât get what she wanted.
The An Family kept a close watch on her.
After what happened, the villa where An Weiwei lived naturally drew much attention from various forces.
No matter the reason, the An Family couldnât let An Weiwei out, and they certainly wouldnât allow her to harm animals.
An Weiweiâs expression grew darker and her temper became more volatile by the day.
She felt that if this continued, she would go mad eventually.
Little did she know, in the eyes of others, she was already a madman.
The servants of the An Family were the ones who felt An Weiweiâs change the most keenly.
Because of this, their fear of An Weiwei grew stronger.
Even they began to believe what Mr. An said, that the young lady had a mental illness, was not an excuse to escape responsibility.
The young lady indeed seemed abnormal.
Gu Shengyin felt it wasnât enough.
For someone like An Weiwei, no amount of cruel treatment would be too much.
The harm she caused to so many small animals could not be atoned for in any way.
At night, An Weiwei began to dream.
In her dreams, bloody little bodies stared at her with open eyes.
The cries of cats haunted her all night long, no matter how she ran, they followed like vengeful spirits.
She began to suffer from insomnia, became jittery, lost clumps of hair, and her fair, rosy skin turned sallow from lack of rest.
The nightmares drained her vitality quickly.
She finally couldnât bear it and said every day evil ghosts were haunting her.
After all, she was a young lady, so the servants informed Mr. An, Mother An, and An Weiweiâs grandparents.
A doctor came and said An Weiweiâs spirit was not well, but everything else was normal.
They also said she was under too much psychological pressure.
An Weiwei certainly didnât believe such words.
Night after night, those cold, hateful gazes, those piercing voices calling for her life felt so real, cold, and sticky, wrapped around her all night long.
Those animals had come for her life.
How could she be wrong!
But no one believed her.
After having doctors check her a few times to confirm her body was fine, the An Family grew impatient with the suspicious An Weiwei.
To them, if An Weiwei wasnât too stressed, she was pretending.
Pretending to be weak, so theyâd release her.
But the An Family had long regarded An Weiwei as a discard, how could they let her out?
An Weiwei went crazy.