The little ghost had nowhere to go and could only wander around the villa. Towards afternoon, she saw a young couple rushing back in the rain.
The woman had a gentle temperament and beautiful features, looking graceful and elegant. However, the moment she entered, she seemed to have lost her soul, staring at her child in disbelief, tears streaming down her face, and she refused to listen to anyone who spoke to her.
The man fell to his knees after only two steps, as if all his strength had been drained. He didn't dare look at the child, and he retched in pain when he smelled blood.
The little boy had a very strange feeling in his heart, he didn't know why it came from, but he just couldn't bear to look at the expressions of the couple, and felt uneasy.
She pressed her chest, not understanding why, and turned away unhappily, no longer looking at them.
But she could only float here, so she was like a passerby and saw what they did afterwards.
They buried the child behind the villa. The man stayed in the villa for a few days in a state of dismay, then left and did not return for a long time.
The hostess stayed here, crying.
She cried every day, her eyes were very red, her eyelids were swollen, and she could hardly see anyone.
Yu Huan obviously didn't know her, but he couldn't bear to get up. He hovered at the door of her bedroom, trying to scare her by saying that she would not be beautiful if she cried any more.
Once, it was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky, and it was very stuffy inside and outside.
Yu Huan's mother hadn't eaten anything for several days, and if she did, she would vomit it out. She felt dizzy and could only sit in bed.
She didn't understand how such a healthy child could suddenly disappear.
They used to always praise her baby for being pretty and saying she'd be even prettier when she grew up. The elders would all be humble for her, but she'd just brag, saying they were right and she'd be as beautiful as a fairy when she grew up...
She was both amused and annoyed. She laughed at her for not being shy, but she agreed in her heart. However, she hadn't even seen her grow up yet.
She is most afraid of pain. When she is sick, she always refuses to get an injection. She fell so hard and lost so much blood, it must be very painful.
What was she thinking at the end? Was she crying because of the pain? Was she blaming her father for not coming back? Was she wondering why her parents were not by her side?
She has always been sweet-mouthed since she was young. She would always act like a spoiled brat in her mother's arms, saying "I love you the most", "Mom, I love you so much", "Mom, I love you the most"...
But these adults are always unable to say such words due to their age and face.
She came from her mother's amniotic fluid and left in her mother's tears.
But, Huanhuan, mommy hasn’t said “I love you” to you yet.
Won't her eyes hurt?
She was always crying, and the little ghost was a little worried, so he sat on the windowsill and watched her. After sitting in the same position for too long, she couldn't help but shift her legs, and in her struggle, she kicked the curtains.
The woman turned her head sharply, her eyes fixed on her.
The little ghost was startled and almost thought she could see her. She became inexplicably nervous and didn't know what she should do.
The woman stared blankly for a long time, and tears began to flow from her eyes again. This time, she cried out loud, and her voice became hoarse.
No matter how difficult the pain is, you can get through it.
The dull pain brought by the passing of life is like a cactus thorn piercing the fingertips, lurking in the blood.
At first, there was no feeling of abnormality until the hidden thorn was accidentally touched, and the illusion of healing instantly collapsed in the face of sharp pain.
The woman walked out slowly. Yu Huan saw her talking a lot to the tombstone, and she talked about the magnificent sunset in the sky, which covered her and the tombstone softly like a quilt.
After that day, she picked herself up and tried to slowly return to normal life.
The kid thought she was fine.
But not long after, the woman came back here with the man. They had a big quarrel, apparently because the man didn't want to come back here.
As if they had anticipated the final outcome, they quickly and calmly signed the divorce agreement. All the photos hanging in the villa were taken away.
The woman no longer cared about the man, and he never came here again. The woman put her head on the tombstone and said she was leaving. She couldn't get out of here and could only go to a farther place.
They didn't come back.
The villa became lifeless, with only an old lady and two aunts left, and it was quiet all day long.
The little ghost couldn't walk far and often felt dizzy and felt like he was about to fall apart.
She slumped over the chair uncomfortably.
The old lady hadn't left the house for several days. Aunt Chen knew what she was thinking. She felt that Huanhuan died under her care and it was her fault.
She was in poor health and had to live at the foot of the mountain, so Huanhuan stayed here to accompany her. She had difficulty walking and didn't go out to look for her when it rained, which was why Huanhuan got into trouble. Huanhuan will definitely blame her.
The old man's body is not strong to begin with. Even a fall could cause an accident. He is already ill and has a lot of things on his mind. He has no energy left...
Aunt Chen brought down the cold porridge. She knew that the old lady didn't have much time left to live, and her eyes were sore that she almost cried.
God is so unfair. We were such a happy and harmonious family, yet such a disaster happened in the blink of an eye.
Aunt Chen had a lot of depression in her heart. The depression flowed throughout her body, making her feel unwell. She had no energy to walk, and her eyesight was not good. She could not see anything clearly, and she seemed to have grown old.
Once people see the end of their lives, they feel that life has no meaning. They just endure, living day by day.
The light in the living room was dim, and Aunt Chen almost thought it was dark again. She looked outside and realized that she had forgotten to draw the curtains.
Her chest tightness grew worse, and she became confused. She had never done anything like this before. Even if she forgot, Huanhuan, who was restless and running around, would remind her.
How did it become like this now?
She put her things down, looked at the dark curtains, and pounded her chest. At this moment, the chair creaked.
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Aunt Chen forgot what to do and stared at the chair by the window almost absentmindedly.
The little ghost felt so uncomfortable that he felt like he was going to melt, and he didn't even notice that there was someone downstairs.
She habitually rocked the chair to find some fun and relieve her symptoms, so she didn't notice that the man covered his mouth, looked at the chair, and tears fell.
Aunt Chen was afraid of disturbing her, so she didn't even dare to open the lights, let alone the curtains.
She tiptoed upstairs, pulled the old lady out, and from a distance, leaned sideways to eavesdrop on the sound.
Her heart was beating as hard as a drum. The old lady looked at her, feeling both sad and happy, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time. But in the end, she didn't dare to do anything and was careful not to make any sound.
The old lady went to a Taoist priest and bought a magic tool at a high price. Yu's father thought the old lady was crazy and had been cheated, so he made more than a dozen phone calls to stop her.
The old lady didn't listen to him and didn't ask him for money. She took out her coffin book, bought the magic tools and placed them in her granddaughter's room.
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