In the blink of an eye, the boy regained his calm and indifferent demeanor.

Tears are the most useless thing.

He found out when he was lying in the hospital with tubes inserted all over his body and unable to feel his lower body.

"Brother Yushen, why didn't you say anything back then...?"

A soft, childlike voice sounded beside him. The fearless child wiped away his tears and looked at him cautiously with moist eyes.

Pei Yu lowered his gaze.

Chaochao sniffed softly, her soft almond-shaped eyes becoming even clearer after being washed by tears. She tilted her head up to look at the boy in the wheelchair and voiced her doubts.

The child couldn't understand it.

Yu Shen has parents who love him very much, so why don't you tell them about the bad things the nanny did?

Even when she asked Brother Yu Shen just now, he was unwilling to say...

The child's soft doubts were like a wad of cotton thrown into the air, drifting away with the wind, and as always, they received no real response.

Pei Yushen's eyelids were lowered, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.

What are you saying?

Why should a self-destructive, suicidal person inflict even more suffering on his parents who have worked so hard for him?

It's you who can't escape; how can you drag them down with you?

Pei Yushen's memories resurfaced, recalling a day when his parents and friends, who had come to visit, pitied their plight in the living room and urged them to have a second child before it was too late.

The couple did not agree, but this planted a seed in Pei Yushen's heart, who was in the room.

If he dies,

They can finally be free.

...But even if you die, you can still have someone to keep you company, right?

A rural woman with a falsified resume, who is foolish and uncouth, is a better fit for him than an experienced and dedicated professional nanny.

The boy had already secretly marked the price for Zhang Cuinong's various outrageous acts of humiliation.

Pei Yushen's fingertips twitched slightly, unconsciously caressing a tiny, protruding, sharp point in the dark layer of the armrest.

It was the syringe that he had casually taken when Zhang Cuinong was given sedatives a few times before.

Push harder, stab it right into the major artery...

pity.

Looking at Pei Yushen, who remained silent, as if he were a sculpture treasured in a museum, Chaochao lowered her head in slight discouragement.

The child has gained a deep understanding of what adults mean by "not liking to talk to people".

Even the gray cat in the house talks more than Yu Shen.

It's not as active as Gray Gray yet.

I stayed in my room all day.

Chaochao looked out the fully enclosed glass window in the direction of Pei Yushen's wheelchair.

Beyond the cobblestones paving the perimeter of the villa lies a lush garden with winding paths.

From this angle, you can see fewer flowers.

Amidst the lush greenery, scattered patches of colorful flowers dot the landscape.

This was the first time Chaochao had seen the view of the garden from this room.

The old gardener takes very good care of the garden.

But wouldn't it be boring to just watch like this all day?

You can only look at them, not touch them, you can't water them, loosen the soil, or talk to them...

The little dumpling tilted its head, its round almond-shaped eyes darting between Pei Yushen and the garden outside the glass.

Finally, she looked down at the exceptionally delicate gardenia bracelet on her wrist.

It was given to her by Grandpa Bai, the craftsman, in the morning.

Chaochao likes it very much.

Because the little white flowers are both fragrant and beautiful.

“Brother Yu Shen”.

The soft, childlike voice of a boy reached his ears, and his lifeless black eyes slowly began to move.

He was so fierce to her yesterday, has this child forgotten?

He told her to get out, deliberately crushed the snacks she gave him, and made her fall... Isn't that enough?

The little dumpling carefully held up a bracelet made of gardenia flowers and presented it to him as if it were a precious treasure.

"Brother Yushen, this little white flower is for you."

This way, the older brother can touch the little flowers outside.

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that it was a bit inappropriate, so the little dumpling quickly changed her words, "Uh, no... I mean, I'll borrow my brother to play for a few days."

This is a little flower that Grandpa Bai gave her. Even when the previous flower wreaths and bracelets withered, Chaochao would carefully collect and treasure them. Of course, she couldn't throw this one away either.

The little dumpling blinked its bright almond-shaped eyes, its loving gaze lingering on the bracelet, and its little mouth began to chatter: "It smells so good! Not only can you wear it, but you can also chat with the little flowers! That way, neither of you will be bored..."

Chaochao suddenly understood.

I don't like talking to people, but I can talk to plants!

Chaochao's eyes sparkled, and she immediately wanted to put it on the boy, but she seemed to have forgotten the size of the bracelet that Grandpa Bai had specially made for her. It couldn't fit on the wrist of a fourteen-year-old boy, no matter how thin Pei Yushen was.

Chaochao stared at the boy's slender fingers, lost in thought, "..."

A white flower petal bracelet lay in her fair palm.

However, Pei Yushen's gaze did not linger on it at all.

"don't want."

His reddened lips parted, perhaps because he hadn't spoken in a long time, or perhaps because yesterday's frenzied roar had damaged his throat, his cold voice was hoarse and broken.

The little dumpling, who was pondering how to put the bracelet on the little boy, was stunned when she heard this.

How could anyone refuse such an adorable little flower bracelet!

Chao Chao was greatly puzzled.

But at this moment, the little dumpling had obviously learned what it meant to play dumb. Taking advantage of Pei Yushen being "weak" and unable to move after receiving the medicine, she placed the gardenia bracelet on the sandalwood table closest to him and said, "Okay, then I'll put it here!"

As soon as Chaochao finished releasing the cat, she ran off, peeking out her little head before the door closed: "Brother Yushen can also talk to Xiaohua about his feelings!"

After saying that, the door clicked shut.

But less than three seconds later, the door clicked open again.

The little dumpling sneaked in, picked up the abandoned bread roll from the ground, sighed with admiration and regret, and left dejectedly with it in its arms.

Pei Yushen's indifferent gaze briefly fell on the cluster of gardenias.

It seems they wanted to see through the giver's intentions by looking at the bouquet of flowers.

As the servants rushed in to clean the room, he calmly looked away and gazed out the window.

Suddenly, a black dot appeared, fluttering up and down in the cold, dull field of vision.

A little bee, its wings trembling as if it had drunk fake alcohol, persistently circled the glass before finally landing on it with unwavering certainty, its furry forelegs scratching at the windowpane.

The location was right in front of the gardenias placed on the sandalwood table.

Pei Yushen frowned for the first time.

How could he see the hatred of having his wife stolen in a bee?