This place looks like it has been attacked by bandits.

"Tadata..." There was a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.

"Call me?"

Hearing the sound, Benjie walked over, his steps looking a little anxious.

"Are you okay? Looking at the situation at home, I thought you were..." having an attack again.

This was how it was when I got sick before. I couldn’t control myself and wanted to smash things.

Song Jinqiao said expressionlessly, "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong."

The woman stood on the stairwell, wearing a long white dress that covered her calves, as graceful as a white rose.

Looking at her, Benjie's teeth were chattering, and the fear that had dominated him after Song Jinqiao's previous attack came back.

He clenched his fist against his lips and coughed softly, then squatted down and lifted the floor lamp that had fallen in front of him to hide his uneasiness: "Why is the house in this state?"

Song Jinqiao walked into the semi-open kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, raised his head and drank it, and said lightly: "He's here."

Benjie was stunned. His hand holding up the floor lamp suddenly hung in mid-air. He didn't know what expression to express. "Is... is that so?... Then what about your mother..."

Song Jinqiao put down the cup, her long eyelashes drooping, covering the flickering light in her eyes: "He took it back."

"That's true..." Benjie sighed.

Can't comment.

Song Jinqiao walked out of the kitchen like a ghost, looking very bad, and as thin as paper.

"I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to sleep first."

"Oh, oh..." Benjie was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses in an instant and responded quickly, "You go to sleep, I'll tidy up this place briefly, and I'll ask someone to clean it up when you wake up."

Song Jinqiao walked up to the second floor in silence, opened the door of his room, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at the clock on the opposite wall, unable to sit or stand still.

Like a sparrow held in the palm of a hand, it struggled desperately, gasping slightly in fear, its heart pounding wildly.

His hands were trembling slightly, and one hand was tightly holding the other, as if he was using all his strength to restrain himself.

I want to smash things, but I can't control the urge to smash things.

Her father's words echoed in her ears like a death knell, lingering and entangling her like a spell.

When she was five years old, her mother died for her. It was all a trap set by that man.

He wanted his mother to live as he wanted, but what about her...

Will she treat her future lover the same way, just as the man said...

Such fear made her scared, panicked, confused and at a loss.

Time passed by second by second, but she still couldn't calm down.

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"Qiao Qiao..."

here we go again.

"Qiao Qiao..."

"Who are you?" In the dark space, the woman finally asked, her voice was very low.

Is she... dreaming?

Suddenly, a strong white light flashed in front of her eyes. Song Jinqiao had to close her eyes. After she got used to it, she slowly opened her eyes. The scene in front of her shocked her.

A huge European-style birdcage, with a stunningly handsome man imprisoned inside, chained with iron chains.

who is he?

Although he didn't know him, Song Jinqiao couldn't help but take a step back.

"Qiao Qiao..." The man opened his mouth, and his soft and gentle voice struck her heart.

It turned out to be his voice.

But who is he?

She doesn't know him.

"Don't you recognize him?" A male voice suddenly appeared beside him. Song Jinqiao turned around abruptly and realized that he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Father...Father."