Chapter 615 : Self-knowledge of warmth and coldness: Helllike Paradise
"You also know that my mother is a child who came from the countryside to work hard in the city."
Mom watched me calm down a little, and with Yan Ye's coaxing, I was willing to accept the reality. She also sat next to me, and started another set of true and false lies.
"Haha... I was fifteen years old, at such an innocent age, but I was trafficked to a nightclub and worked as a prostitute." My mother sneered at herself, recalling her hellish and dark experience miserably.
Hearing these dirty words from this woman's mouth, the pain of heart twitching made me want to hug her tightly, but I didn't dare. Too many lies have paralyzed me. I was afraid that this would make me stupid again.
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I can only hold on to the hand that is holding me tightly. Although he is sometimes naive like me, at least he will protect my innocence.
"Even if you spend half a year in jail at the age of 18, you still can't escape that evil fate when you come out."
"I was young then and didn't care about anything until I met him. It was he who took me out of this hellish paradise."
"He said that what he wanted to own was my current time, not the past, but I forgot that he didn't say about the future."
"I was young and too impulsive. Because I had you, I got married at the age of nineteen." In the quiet living room, the world outside the window seemed to be infected by my mood. The strong sunshine was gradually covered by dark clouds just like yesterday.
In the living room with three people, the atmosphere felt indescribably strange.
"That was when he was a 20-year-old boy and a man who liked children very much. He was very happy at that time..."
"The first thing I do when I get home from working for more than ten hours every day is to listen to my belly and tell you what's on my mind..."
As my mother spoke, she suddenly paused and unconsciously showed the happy smile of the family before.
"Just sitting there, he said that the children should get more sunshine. No matter whether they are boys or girls, they should be called Han Qing and be the sunny baby in his heart forever."
My mother looked at the wicker chair on the balcony that she had been reluctant to replace, and she felt a sense of warmth.
Gripping my heart, I buried myself in Yan Yeyi's arms and let tears flow into his chest.
Yan Yeyi tightened her grip on me, let go of my hand, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
"But when I saw you crying with blood all over your body, your blue eyes let me know that you are not his child."