There was a thud on the other end of the phone, as if something had fallen to the ground, and the person on the other side picked it up in a panic.

"Nono, what did you say?"

"You don't even watch the news? You don't even know if something happens to me here?"

"You said you killed someone?"

A chill came over my heart, and Zhao Yong only cared about whether I had killed someone.

"Yes, Zhao Yong, you heard it right."

Although I had already guessed his attitude, tears of disappointment still flowed down my face. After all, I am also his daughter. He only cares about money and does not recognize people!

"You...what have you done?"

…

After a short silence, I wiped away all the tears on my face and asked him: "Now, do you still want my custody rights?"

"Dududu..."

I listened to the empty voice in my ears and gave a bitter smile. The hand holding the phone lost its strength. This is my father, it is such a reality.

Sitting on the ground with my knees in my arms, my back resting on the uncomfortable corner of the bed, my heart throbbed and a chill spread throughout my limbs.

The cell phone on the floor was still beeping. I took a deep breath and went out, wiped away my tears, picked up the cell phone and left the bedroom.

"Mom, it's agreed..."

"Hey, then you have a rest, mom has gone to work."

I handed the phone over and said an inaudible "hmm".

"Nono, why are your hands so cold?"

My mother grabbed my wrist with her backhand, held my hand in her palm and rubbed it for a while, then it became warmer.

"It's okay, I want to go to sleep for a while."

"Go on, stay at home by yourself, don't open the door no matter who comes, and sleep peacefully."

"Well, mom, don't worry about me anymore."

"Okay, then mom is leaving." She raised her hand and rubbed my hair, then picked up her briefcase and went out.

After watching my mother go out, I lowered my head and returned to the bedroom. I looked up at the desk and saw yesterday's stained clothes on it.

"Mom, I can't hold it any longer. Don't be angry. I really can't stand the people here anymore. Everyone attacks me with high-sounding words. It's my fault..."

This eloquent page is full of what I want to say during this period of time. I really can’t hold it any longer.

I went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and lay quietly in the bathtub with my clothes on. But just as I lay down, the shampoo on my head hit the edge of the white bathtub. I raised my hand.

I wanted to pick up something on the floor, but suddenly my pale and slender wrist was cut by a sharp fragment from the edge of the bathtub. Bright flowers bloomed on my white and tender arms.

A very deep wound was opened on my wrist, and blood slowly seeped out from it. My initial fear turned into relief, and I watched helplessly as the blood flow became more and more rapid, and the drops turned into a stream.

…

There was more and more water in the incomplete bathtub. The corners of my mouth raised, and my body slowly lay in the water. Perhaps because of soaking in the warm water, the blood did not solidify so quickly, and there were more and more blood splatters on my wrists.

I put my wrist on the edge of the bathtub, and the blood flowing down my arm dyed the water surface red. The blood droplets fell into the water drop by drop, like the charming bright red flowers of the other side.

"Mom, I can't accompany you anymore..."

After reciting this sentence silently in my mind, I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the water. Traces of blood floated on the water, and the faint smell of blood poured into my nose.

His body was dangling in the water, and the dim yellow light above his head shone on the entire bathroom. The light on the slightly red water made people feel chilly inexplicably.

It turns out that the flow of blood is so peaceful, it turns out that it doesn’t hurt to be bruised, and it turns out that death is such a common little thing.

More and more water poured into my ears. The pressure in the water made it difficult for me to open my eyes. The energy in my body drained away rapidly. My wrist slipped into the bathtub, and more and more blood filled the hot water.
Chapter completed!