However, the atmosphere at home did not improve with the passage of time.
Lin Dongcheng and Wei Min both knew that it wasn't Lin Yu's fault, but they just couldn't go back to treating Lin Yu as kindly and unconditionally as before, like their own child.
Wei Min is like a contradiction. She wants to be good to Lin Yu, but she can't get over the invisible hurdle in her heart.
Once a rift develops between people, it's like a broken rope—no matter how you tie it, there will always be a knot.
Such days, filled with a repressive atmosphere, continued until Lin Yu was six years old.
A child-shaped rag doll once again drove Wei Min mad.
This time, she completely lost her mind.
Her expression was terrifying; she wanted to strangle Lin Yu!
Lin Dongcheng rushed over and pulled Wei Min away. Over the past year, Lin Dongcheng had also been suffering from inner and mental torment.
Looking at his wife who was going crazy, always covered in wounds, his terrified and numb children, and his home that was unrecognizable.
For the first time, he felt despair.
He did not stop his wife from setting the curtains in the room on fire.
The fire spread quickly through the wooden house. Watching the flames raging like a fire dragon, Lin Dongcheng suddenly thought of Lin Yu.
He was going to take the child out.
That child, he did nothing wrong.
But just as he was about to hug Lin Yu and tell him to leave quickly...
Wei Min grabbed him desperately, but lost her footing and they both fell into the room. The burning wooden door collapsed, blocking Lin Dongcheng's path.
Lin Yu stared blankly at everything, his eyes empty and expressionless, devoid of any light.
The last thing he heard was his father telling him to run out quickly.
Lin Yu did not move.
At six years old, he already understood a lot, including life and death.
At this moment, he still wanted to be with his parents who used to love him.
He watched as the flames slowly enveloped him, burning him intensely. Lin Yu couldn't breathe and collapsed to the ground, curling up in a corner.
Slowly awaiting death.
Waiting for it to end.
Perhaps in another world, his parents will love him just as much as ever.
Lin Yu's six years were like encountering a ray of light, but this light dimmed and brightened, then dimmed and faded again.
He didn't yet understand this emotion, which was called despair.
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