Under the dim light of the flashlight, that ordinary piece of wood looks eerie and scary.
It was as if there was really a hateful face on the wood.
at this time.
Qiao Anle's hands and feet were completely cold.
Although she had some guesses in her mind, she was still frightened by this scene.
But Song Lingdang was by her side, so she had to remain calm.
Don’t be afraid…
Don’t panic…
Don't scare Song Lingdang...
Qiao Anle kept comforting herself and taking deep breaths.
Outside the kitchenette.
Li Fengbei didn't hear any movement from inside for a long time and was worried that something had happened to Qiao Anle.
He strode closer and a figure emerged.
"Anle?"
Li Fengbei asked, worry in his voice.
As soon as Song Lingdang felt someone approaching, she suddenly reacted violently.
She held the "child" tightly in her arms with both hands, her pale and haggard face showed a look of fear, and she kept muttering in a low voice.
"No! Don't take my child away! Child, this is my child!"
After knowing the truth thoroughly.
Qiao Anle was extremely heartbroken when she saw this scene.
She immediately spoke out to comfort him.
"Don't be afraid. Lingling, don't be afraid. No one will take your child away. No one will. Don't be afraid. I will protect you!"
Qiao Anle coaxed Song Lingdang as if she were a child.
I patted her back gently, hoping she would calm down.
Li Fengbei stood aside, frowning.
Although he did not see the truth in the cradle, he could directly feel that Song Lingdang was abnormal.
Like...
Crazy...
But the previous few times, when Qiao Anle came to give her candy, Song Lingdang was clearly in a normal state.
She can have a normal conversation...
She can say her name...
She also remembered Qiao Anle...
It is completely different from Song Lingdang at this moment.
"Don't be afraid... don't be afraid... your child is here, no one will take him away..."
Qiao Anle continued to comfort her.
But this night was destined to be an unusual night.
The crazy Song Lingdang was not only afraid of the stranger Li Fengbei, but also began to be afraid of Qiao Anle.
Her eyes were confused and her vision was blurry.
The body's senses are completely immersed in their own world.
I could no longer hear the sounds outside.
In her world, there are only... children!
Her child!
Song Lingdang sat on the ground, holding the child tightly in her arms, and moved backwards, refusing Qiao Anle's approach and her attempts to comfort her.
Only...'
"Child... don't be afraid... my child..."
She kept muttering it over and over again.
But this child doesn't even have a name.
But she regarded it as the only belief in her life and locked it tightly in her arms.
The hug became tighter and tighter.
The tighter I hold...
The thin arms burst out with unprecedented strength.
On the contrary, the more this is done, the more mistakes will be made.
Just like holding sand in your hand, the harder you squeeze it, the faster the sand will flow out.
Song Lingdang hugged the "child" tightly, rubbing her legs against the ground, and when she stepped back...
With a bang.
The swaddling clothes fell to the ground.
The "child" rolled out of the open swaddling clothes...
The round wooden stake was turning with a rumbling sound.
It rolled from Song Lingdang's feet all the way to Li Fengbei's feet.
Dark kitchenette.
Faint flashlight light.
The sound of quiet and frightened turning.
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