Living in an apartment, he didn't speak much, and the loneliness that filled the sky would completely engulf him.

She didn't speak or disturb him. She continued to draw, make things, and teach Jingxuan how to do his homework as usual.

At that time, there was silence in his ears. As long as he closed his eyes, he could think of Meiqi's death, Zuo Qingrou's death, and the old man's death.

The only sounds that filled his ears were her and Jingxuan's voices. Only when he heard those tiny sounds did he feel that he was still alive and somewhat conscious.

After people are injured, they will go to places where they can heal. That is human instinct. If you don’t go to other places, you choose to go there!

Some things come silently, but slowly, gradually, slowly and subtly integrate into your life.

He was too stupid, but it wasn't too late to understand, wasn't it?

On the other side.

Tang Xiaoran lay in the bathtub, letting the warm water spread over his body, with his eyes closed and his fingers trembling slightly.

His words are still echoing in my mind, so clear and powerful!

However, she no longer cherished him. After eight years of hurt and scars, he gave him to her, and she didn’t want him anymore!

After getting out of the bathtub, she played some soft and soothing music, trying to erase the impressions and traces of the night, closed her eyes, and wanted to fall asleep.

I never felt sleepy, maybe after an hour, maybe two hours, I finally fell asleep with difficulty.

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The next morning.

When Uncle Liu opened the door and walked in, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene in front of him.

On the huge double bed, the sheets were wrinkled and messy. Jingxuan's little head was facing him, rubbing his confused eyes and saying hello: "Hello, Uncle Liu."

Such a voice disturbed Su Zhengxiao. He narrowed his eyes slightly and sat up from his bed. The sleeves of his shirt were still rolled up on his arms. His strong and thick wrists were exposed. His short hair was messy and his handsome face was charming.

I thought too much last night and I don’t know when I fell asleep. I didn’t change my shirt and I didn’t take a shower.

Feeling something stuck between his legs, he lifted the quilt and Jingxuan's butt was exposed.

Uncle Liu was satisfied, the president and the young master were finally getting closer; "Breakfast is already prepared, it's time for the president to have breakfast."

The door to the room was closed by Uncle Liu. Su Zhengxiao shook his painful head and looked at Jingxuan: "Why are you here?"

"Last night I came over to pick up a storybook. My father was having a nightmare. He kept shouting "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," and then I slept next to you. You hugged me and didn't scream again, so I just fell asleep.

It’s done.” Jingxuan said.

It seemed that he had another nightmare last night and couldn't remember clearly, but he thought that 80% of it was Zuo Qingrou.

"There is also a classmate in our class whose father keeps having nightmares. He always dreams that he has killed someone. He has nightmares like that every night. I heard from my classmate that he can always hear his father's voice at night."

Su Zhengxiao covered him with a quilt and continued to ask, "What next?"

"Then he lost a lot of weight in a month. His mother had no choice but to hire a psychiatrist. He was cured after a month." Jingxuan sat on his lap and asked curiously, "Dad, what do you mean?

Are you crazy?"
Chapter completed!