Chapter 718
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"I said don't leave and he said he wouldn't. I said don't leave me alone and he said he wouldn't … Also, what was it again? Hmm … I can't remember …"
An Xiaxia scratched her head.
Sheng Yize, "… Hehe."
She wanted to know how traumatized he was right now.
An Xiaxia blinked. "Before this dream, I had another dream."
"Hmm?"
"It's a secret."
An Xiaxia grinned. Her heart felt warm, sweet, and full.
The song "Courage" was for her.
It was really, really nice.
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It was late at night.
Unexpectedly, Su Xiaomo couldn't fall asleep. She got up and took two sleeping pills, trying to force herself to sleep.
It was empty all around and she was the only one in the house.
She was starting to regret it. She shouldn't have argued with He Jiayu so willfully.
She was most afraid of being alone.
She curled up under the covers. The early autumn night was slightly cold. Su Xiaomo couldn't help but shiver.
In the dead of the night, the feeling of being alone after the lights were turned off was terrible.
With He Jiayu by her side all these years, it didn't seem that hard. But if she was alone, it would be a pain that others couldn't experience.
At the same time.
He Jiayu had gotten Su Xiaomo's childhood information.
Those, unknown memories …
When Su Xiaomo was three years old, she won first place in a kindergarten drawing competition. The teacher casually said that she had a talent for drawing, which Su Xiaomo's parents took it seriously.
They enrolled her in an art class. A child who didn't know anything was forced to learn how to draw.
At that time, the Su Family was just an ordinary working-class family. They spent a lot of money for her to draw.
The more they spent, the more they hoped to get in return.
Su Xiaomo was frequently sent to various competitions. If she won, her parents would be happy to show it off. If she lost, her parents were afraid that it would leave a scar. So they never beat her. They either punished her by kneeling or starving her. They were very good at using cold violence.
Su Xiaomo learned in that kind of environment until she was eight years old.
At the age of eight, she could already sketch landscapes and people skillfully. She was as good as those art students.
The winter that year was very cold. She didn't want to paint. She wanted to go out and set off fireworks. She would never forget her parents' bitter and hateful eyes.
"We've spent all our efforts on you. Instead of drawing, you still want to play? How can you face us? Do you want us to die? "
Su Xiaomo cried and shook her head desperately. Her father threw her violently into the studio. "Six plaster statues a day! You're not allowed to come out until you're done! "
Those who studied painting probably knew that sketching took up a lot of time, let alone portraits. Su Xiaomo was a perfectionist. She would not slack off once she started painting.
So that day, she drew for nearly 20 hours and finally finished it.
When Mr. Su and Mrs. Su saw this, not only did they not feel sorry for their daughter, but they also saw the passion in each other's eyes.
Thus, Su Xiaomo's nightmare began.
Her parents wanted her to become an artist, so they suspended her from school and locked her at home, forcing her to paint for more than 16 hours a day.
From the age of eight to twelve, she could only go out to see An Xiaxia and Kang Jian occasionally. She had never stepped out of the studio.
So one morning, when the stars were shining brightly, Su Xiaomo took the utility knife and cut her wrist …
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