Chapter 13: Finally Notice the Blood Shedding Wound (2/2)

Mom,

I was sick yesterday, a high fever to 42 Celsius degree. I called him but he didn't care about it and asked me to solve it myself.

When the busy signal was sent from the other side, I cried.

I was proud in front of others and only felt inferior in front of him. I wouldn't dare to speak out my discomfort, fearing that he would thought me incompetent and therefore looked down on me...

It was helpless and miserable...

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Mom,

Yesterday, he came back drunk and vomited. I didn't mean to help him for he didn't care about me last month.

However, finally, I still tidied him up, dressed him again, and fed him honey water. I even cleaned his body with hot towels for I feared that he would got ill if not cleaned and my heart would broken.

I can't make up my mind to totally give up loving him. I deserve what I got. It's evident that he never loves me for one second. I'm asking for it. I deserve it. I deserve it...

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Mom,

I miss you so much.

You are not here. I don't have arms to rest in. I feel lonely, helpless lonely.

Maybe, I would die on the street one day, but no one would collect my body and feel sorry for me...

Mom, you are not here. I'm alone and feel lonely...

I want to come to your side. At least, you will still love me even though no one else would...

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After reading all the letters, Sheng Youting felt him now was like a paper scrap and would got shaken even by a breath. Quivered were his breaths and fingers. He was in a panic, and tried to put all the letters back to envelopes. However, letters fell piece by piece. He tried to pick them up but failed.

If he knew his heart would ache and fall into pieces, he would not choose to read them.

All emotions suppressed during the year finally sought their way out. He missed her so much.

She had accompanied him for ten years. He was used to her endless twittering, persistent pursuing, and aggressive behaviors. He was even more accustomed to her love.

However, all were gone...

He now knew how about a broken heart. Every single thin fine hair turned into a steel needle, piercing every bit of his body.

Yu Lan's name was like a pen handwriting written randomly on his chest and was ignored by him.

However, as the color of the handwriting grew darker as time went by, it became a tattoo. It stayed on his chest and no discomfort was caused. He was used to it. However, it was now enucleated together with the flesh nearby.

He couldn't find it now even if he looked down at his chest. What he could find was just a blood shedding wound. It was so hurt that he couldn't bear to cast a second look on it...