She sat down on the coffee table again, reached out to pick up one of the cans, hooked her fingertips with a pulling ring, and then handed it to Xie Yan.

Xie Yan took it and said thank you softly.

Lin Er didn't urge him, he just sat quietly and waited for him to speak.

It was not until after drinking the can of beer that Xie Yan pinched it in his hand for a while before he spoke in a faint voice: "I had a dream just now."

Liner: "Nightmare?"

"Yes." Xie Yan nodded.

"Then what did you dream about?" Lin Er asked softly.

Xie Yan's fingers holding the beer can tightened slightly, and after a while, he said slowly: "It's time for my mother to die."

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes focused on the point of nothingness in the air.

"She committed suicide, right in front of me." Xie Yan said very slowly. Every word seemed to be spoken out after he thought about it, as if he had used a lot of effort. "I watched her jump from the roof."

“…”

"It was raining all the time that day. The sky was very heavy and the ground was full of water. I saw the blood flowing out of her body mixed with the rain on the ground, dyeing the whole lawn red."

Xie Yan's eyes looked a little distracted and confused, and seemed to be deeply trapped in some memory that made him unable to escape.

"She kept looking at me," he said it straightforwardly, but there was a kind of almost silence. "From the second when she jumped off the building, fell, and fell to the ground, until her heart stopped beating, her eyes were always on me."

“…”

Liner inexplicably remembered the time he had escaped in the playground before.

At that time, Xie Yan seemed to have suddenly changed his emotions because of the white shadow jumping from the roof.

Did he remember the scene of his mother committing suicide?

He had such a big reaction at that time, she thought he was just scared, but she didn't expect that it was his psychological shadow.

Lin Er took a deep breath, suddenly reached out and grabbed Xie Yan's wrist, and pulled out the empty can he was holding tightly.

"It's OK, Xie Tiantian, stop talking." She whispered.

She didn't hold it firmly, and the empty can fell to the ground, making a few jingling sounds.

Lin Er didn't go to pick it up, but just grabbed Xie Yan's hand and whispered: "Stop talking about it."

This is a psychological shadow that he is unwilling to mention. He said it again, just to dig out the wound and add another new wound.

Xie Yan shook his head, looked up at her, his eyes very calm.

"She originally wanted to take me to die together," he whispered again.

Lin Er was stunned.

What does it mean to take him to die?

"But in the end she gave up, not because she felt sorry for me, but because she knew that living people would be more painful." Xie Yan closed his eyes and showed a slightly self-deprecating smile.

He would never forget the feeling of most of his body hanging outside the railing. There was a deep abyss under him, and the only thing that supported him was Su Wan's hand.

And that hand - the one from his mother, was more than anyone else wanted to send him into the abyss.

She hated Xie Heng, hated Xie Heng for destroying her and her home, and even hated Xie Yan, even if he was her child.

Xie Yan felt that his existence was particularly ridiculous. Su Wan hated him, and Xie Heng just wanted to tie her up with his children, and no one really treated him as life.
Chapter completed!