Chapter 115.2: Love Welfare Institute (1/2)

Bai Liu (6)’s eyes stopped on the doll in Liu Jiayi’s arms. His breathing paused slightly and his Adam’s apple moved up and down due to his rapid heartbeat and breathing. It turned out that this was the feeling of fear when death was so close. Bai Liu (6) thought about it for a moment. It wasn’t as scary as he thought.

Liu Jiayi’s voice was very low. She lowered her head and stroked the doll in her arms, almost talking to herself.

“Do you know why the medieval witches made voodoo dolls? When they start to curse and love a person, they will make a doll of that person, hoping that the doll can contain the person’s soul. This way, the person they hate can die in a nasty manner while the person they like can stay by their side forever.”

Bai Liu (6) retreated to the edge of the wall and his expression was still calm. “What is the difference between your approach and Bai Liu’s approach?”

Liu Jiayi was silent for a long time. Then she cocked her head, blinked and smiled happily. “In essence, there is nothing. I am also a very disgusting existence and I deserve not to be treated well by my brother.”

“However, Liu Huai has given everything for you. You got what you want.” Bai Liu (6)’s breathing was very light and his toes were pressed against the wall as he looked at Liu Jiayi, whose face was right in front of his. “You got what you want. What else are you not satisfied with?”

Liu Jiayi finally raised her head with a casual and indifferent expression. Her foggy eyes were set in an immature and emotionless face. There was a type of strange and sad contradiction.

Her lips curved and she looked like a well-behaved child who didn’t understand anything. Meanwhile, she spoke in a faint and airy manner.

“It is because I never dared to really believe in my brother. I refused to believe him so I didn’t get him.”

Liu Jiayi’s eyes reflected the small Bai Liu (6). It was a foggy texture like a soul that had left its shell and imprinted on her eyes.

“My brother is a cowardly man. He won’t dare give everything for me.”

“Betrayal is his bad habit. He is a cowardly, habitual offender.”

Bai Liu (6) looked at Liu Jiayi and remembered everything Bai Liu had told him about Liu Huai. Indeed, Liu Huai seemed accustomed to betraying others, from Mu Sicheng to Puppet Zhang… if betrayal and cowardice were a bad habit then the person who suffered most from this habit must be the one who was always with him.

Bai Liu (6) suddenly understood something as he looked at Liu Jiayi “When did Liu Huai betray you?”

The smile on Liu Jiayi’s face finally disappeared as she stared straight at Bai Liu (6).

[The child of close relatives, can she have any intelligence?]

[Sure enough, she is blind and a female. Why don’t you get rid of her?]

[…My mother said such inbred children can’t get on the family household book at all. You can’t even go to school. Your brother said he would cure your eyes and send you to study to let you go to university. Haha, how funny!]

It was so cold in the pond. When she was only a few years old, she stepped in the water and it seemed to go up to her throat. It was full of mud and water. The fish in it were like the limbs of a dead person. They swam around her but were difficult to catch.

She was like her deceased mother who was trapped in the pond and never allowed to come up. Liu Jiayi would never get enough fish to satisfy this man. She knew he wanted to drown her, who was a useless child who wasted food.

It was like the way he drowned her sister and her mother.

In Liu Huai’s absence, Liu Jiayi would hide in the chicken shed or pigsty during school time. She stayed with animals or hid in the closet or under the bed to prevent the man from finding her when he was angry about something unknown.

Most of the time, she hid well and it was fine. However, she had to remain vigilant at all times or she would be caught by the man grabbing her hair. He would whip her with a bamboo stick covered with water or pull her to the pond to catch fish.

In Liu Jiayi’s memories, she hid in all the dark places in the house, quietly holding her knees and counting the passage of time. When Liu Huai came home from school, she could feel the coldness of night in the countryside, soaking through her skin into her heart.

Sometimes she would cry uncontrollably or scream like a person with a mental disability, a madman or a psychopath. She hit the animals locked up with her as if she could vent the resentment and pain in her heart.

She never dared to let Liu Huai see this side of her. In front of Liu Huai, she was always meek, well-behaved, innocent and knew nothing. She would raise her head and smile sweetly at Liu Huai who returned from school.

This was even if she had just climbed up from the mud-covered pond where she had been struggling all afternoon or if she had just strangled a goose 10 minutes earlier.

A bad child wasn’t loved. Liu Jiayi understood from an early age that all the emotions Liu Huai gave her were due to her disguised appearance. So she kept vigilant and didn’t want her true face to be pulled out by Liu Huai in the same way as that man when she hid under a bed or in a dark closet. She didn’t want to be whipped and questioned with disappointment.