C118 (2/2)

They all said that love was like drinking water, cold and warm to the touch. Wasn't friendship the same as well?

As an outsider, no matter how clear and perceptive he was, he wouldn't understand the situation between them …

Even Qiao Xinran himself didn't know how long she had cried before falling asleep last night. When she woke up, it was already noon.

After taking a bath and seeing the bruises on his body that Han Mo had grabbed, he sucked in a breath of cold air.

Yesterday, he seemed to have gone insane, and his body exuded a fearsome pressure.

Then she smiled bitterly again. When had he ever been less than a madman?

To him, she was nothing more than a toy for a madman to vent his hatred. He didn't know if he should be glad or sad to be alive until now.

However, she couldn't leave. He had thought that he would be able to live with his father after taking the holiday. But it suddenly dawned on her last night that she couldn't leave.

If he left, he would have even less chance to investigate his younger brother's situation.

Furthermore, if she really went to stay at her father's place and angered Han Mo, he probably wouldn't let her and her father off this easily this time.

She could not let her father suffer with her, much less let him go to prison.

She would rather let her father think that she was very happy than let him grieve with her!

After they went downstairs, the living room was silent. It was unknown where everyone had gone to.

But this was just right, she didn't want to talk to anyone.

Uncle Chang was still pruning the plants in the courtyard. She stood by the window and looked at Uncle Chang's figure.

If Han Mo did not exist in this family, then it was truly a peaceful time.

The weather was not bad today. The sun was shining warmly, making the wounds on her body less painful.

She suddenly recalled that it had been a long time since she had gone to the backyard. She wondered if he was still there.

Taking advantage of the fact that Uncle Chang did not see it, she ran like a wisp of smoke to the back of the garden, all the way to her glass castle.

The flowers in the castle were still as beautiful as before, as if they could be isolated from the rest of the world in this castle, as if they could ignore whatever was happening outside, any annoying people, or annoying matters.

If he could really live in this glass castle forever, could live in his own fairy tales, how great would that be?

She walked around the blooming flowers as if she were alone today.

'Forget it. 'Originally, she didn't have much hope in this matter. Even if she were to talk to these flowers, she would already be satisfied with it.

Lying on the sofa, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above, gradually closed his eyes as the warm sun shone on them.

To her, this place was a castle that could cure all of her pain. A castle that only belonged to her.

In this place, one did not need to see the expression in the eyes of anyone, nor did they need to be afraid. There was also no need to think about who had said what was true or false.

If humans really had a next life, she really wanted to become these flowers. At least, as long as there was some sunlight and some water, they would be able to happily sprout, grow up, and blossom into beautiful flowers.

Compared to the human world, the world of flowers and plants was much simpler.

Suddenly, she felt her vision darken. She thought that it was already a cloudy day. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she felt a pair of warm hands covering her eyes.

”Long time no see.” A warm voice rang in her ears, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.