From the low and oppressive sky, drizzle fell, one by one falling on Xia Zhitong's face.
The girl in the rain was kicked hard and even pinched by the neck until her face was blue and blue. People around her looked at her coldly. No one helped her, no one!
Her father is dead, what else does she have?
She closed her eyes in despair, but the hands released her from her neck, and finally kicked her several times to vent their hatred, and threw her outside the door.
The guests attending tonight's appointment dispersed one after another, bypassing her like a tide and leaving...
Xia Zhitong was hurt all over, and blood flowed from under her delicate nose. The rain mixed her tears and blood together. She crawled on the ground, crawled to the door little by little, held herself up with difficulty, and entered the password over and over again. , prompting her over and over again that the password is wrong.
That night, she knelt in front of the door, facing the heavy door, begging her mother to open the door, let her go in and take a look at her father's photo, and ask her to ask about the whereabouts of her sister Xiaojing.
However, it wasn't until the next day that when the door opened, it was already a funeral held in advance. People in black clothes walked into Xia's house solemnly one by one. However, she, who had been soaked in the rain all day, was blocked from the door and could only Continue to kneel.
"Mom, please let me go in, see my father for the last time, and give him a ride. Please... you..."
After not sleeping all night, Xia Zhitong's vivid eyes were as lifeless as dry spring water, with deep circles under her eyes, a tired pale face, her dress was already wrinkled, and her petite body was trembling.
Lin Meijing never appeared again, and Xia Zhitong kept kneeling until the sky darkened again...
She could no longer hold on, her body lost its center of gravity, and her head hit the ground hard, causing a wound on her forehead.
A man walked out of the car that had been parked in the distance for a long time. His tall body bent slightly and he held her little face in his hands.
So cold!
There was no warmth at all, her skin was like white paper, her cheeks were covered with scars, and the blood marks on her forehead bloomed like plum blossoms. The man's gentle fingers gently touched her hair, stroking her hair lovingly.
Thin lips, trembling slightly, were pressed against her forehead, "Stupid woman, why do you have to kneel down? No one will sympathize with you..."
No one will sympathize with her?
So...what about him?
In her dream, Xia Zhitong heard a gentle and magnetic voice. It was so warm and gave people a sense of security that they could rely on.
She knows that there must be people who care about her in this world.