Chapter 637 (1/2)

Xing Jiu'An thought calmly and rationally.

Although they are all alone, she won't accept her apology.

The dead Xing Jiu'An is different from her.

Xing Jiu'An also felt as if she was particularly cold and heartless. However, if she really accepted this apology, it would be as if she had really forgiven each other, as if she had reconciled with such a painful past.

She didn't know what to do. She vaguely felt that the room was like a prison. She was trapped in it and had no way out.

It's like these dreams are forcing her to forgive the Huo family.

But whether to forgive or not, shouldn't she make up her own mind?

Instead of being forced.

Xing Jiu'An's eyes are very cold. Looking at this warm and exquisite room, he feels cold on his back.

This feeling is really terrible.

It was as if her dreams were manipulated, and there was nowhere to hide what she did.

Huo Mu cried for a long time and finally calmed down.

When there was no crying in the room, Xing Jiu'An was relieved.

She sweated a lot and looked a little pale.

I tried to leave this room just now, but I couldn't get out. Not only that, my body was very painful.

Huo's mother picked up a bear doll in Xing Jiu'An's room. It was already there. Xing Jiu'An had held it to sleep before, but she didn't take it away when she left.

Huo's mother held the bear doll, very gentle, gently rubbed the bear doll's ears, and gently rubbed her face.

”Yan Yan is good. Her mother is here. Yan Yan is not afraid.”

”Hell is so dark, Yan Yan walks slowly, waiting for her mother to go together.”

A picture suddenly appeared in Xing Jiu'An's mind.

It's a picture from a previous dream.

Huo Mu stood by the window and said she would come to accompany her.

Huo Mu's look suddenly relaxed. She walked slowly in the room with brisk steps. Xing Jiu'An followed her uneasily.

She felt a small fruit knife out of nowhere. When she saw it, she looked very surprised.

Facing the neck and wrist, Xing Jiu'An trembled.

Huo Mu suddenly stopped her movements.

Xing Jiu'An breathed a sigh of relief.

”Yan Yan, mom is wrong. Don't worry, mom won't die in your room.”

”Won't dirty Yanyan's room.”

Xing Jiuan's heart was raised again.

Although she doesn't like Huo mu, she can't do it if she wants to see Huo Mu die with her own eyes.

She wanted to grab the knife from Huo mu, but she put her hand through it and couldn't touch it at all.

She wanted to find someone outside again, but as soon as she got close to the door, she felt a stabbing pain in her brain. In a moment, she was in a cold sweat. She fell to the ground in pain, looking weak and pale.

Huo's mother went to hold the doll again, and then slowly sorted out Xing Jiu'An's clothes until there was no chaos in the house. She didn't walk to the window with those small fruit knives.

The wind chime is blown by the wind and still makes a good sound.

Xing Jiuan's fingers moved, but he couldn't stand up because of the severe pain.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say no, but she couldn't say it.

In fact, even if she could really say it, she couldn't let Huo Mu hear it.

Although this is her dream, she is just an outsider.

”Yan Yan is not afraid.”

”Hell is so dark, mom will accompany you.”

”Yanyan wants to wait for her mother.”

”... it doesn't matter if you don't wait.” she raised her lips and smiled happily. ”Mom will run quickly and be sure to catch up with Yanyan.”