Soon, there was an extra teenage girl in the dilapidated cell here.

It was damp and dark, but it was very large, bigger than my own house, and there were some plank beds with dry and cracked boards, which took up two-thirds of the open space. There were still faint red blood stains on the ground, which had dried up for so long that they were barely visible.

The cold bars cut off the girl's contact with the outside world.

The air was scary, dry and cold. No one wants to be active in such weather.

Xiaoying has been locked up here for three days.

The lady came and said something, but she didn't listen.

The lady sighed softly, placed a wooden basket on the ground, turned and left.

The smell of food wafted from the wooden basket.

She was already somewhat completely unconscious, she panicked coldly, and she panicked with hunger. However, she didn't touch the wooden basket.

She bent down and coughed violently. Spread out your hands again, and there was more and more blood on your hands.

She smiled wryly.

…… Grandfather. Just when her consciousness was almost gone, she said softly.

Grandpa's kind face seemed to be right in front of him.

It seemed that something flashed in his mind, and Xiaoying's brain was slightly sobered up again. …… Want to grasp something important.

Yes, yes...... Grandfather...... I can't die. Can't die! I want to live.

I can't die right now.

Xiaoying struggled to reach the wooden basket, and the aroma of the food wafted even more, Xiaoying opened it and found that there was a bowl of rice, a plate of green vegetables, and a steaming and attractive braised pork. Her family is poor, and she hasn't eaten meat for a long time.

Xiaoying was hungry and panicked, didn't care about anything, picked up the bowl and desperately stuffed it into her mouth.

…… This meal was made by my mother.

The taste of the meal made by Mom.

Xiaoying suddenly couldn't eat, something was faintly flickering in his eyes, and after a while, tears fell in big drops.

Mom.

She said in a low voice.

Why...... Why is this happening.

There was a rustling outside the door. She didn't bother to look up.

"Is that you?"

The familiar voice of a teenager.

Xiaoying's heart moved, she looked up, and recognized that this was the young man who gave her medicine that day. In joy, he looked at the young man's clothes, but suddenly understood something. My heart slowly cooled.

"You ......"

"You're his son?"

The boy was surprised, and did not speak for a long time.

But he understood. What she was referring to.

He said, "Yes." ”

She stopped talking.

After a while, she said, "You can go." ”

The boy was still standing.

"Let's go!"

Shadow almost yelled.

"I'm sorry." The boy said.

“…… I should have said I'm sorry. I know you're not wrong,...... I shouldn't hate you. Xiaoying lowered her head and said.

"But...... I hate you guys! I hate it! My dad died working here! My aunt was deceived into marrying here, she didn't want me anymore, and my grandfather died because of me. I'm alone now. ”

Xiaoying became excited, hugged her shoulders, and sat on the cold ground, the dark shadow in the prison cast over, and her small cold figure looked particularly pitiful.

"You...... You...... You can stay with me! ”

The boy blushed. It's easy to stammer. "With me, I ...... I can keep you. ”

Xiaoying froze. After a while, she smiled. "Huh...... Can't you see it. Am I also terminally ill? ”

The boy was stunned.

Xiaoying's face turned cold: "All my family members have been harmed by you, even I have that disease now, do you think ...... Can I still be happy with you? ”

"Let's go."

The young man's bright eyes were wide open, but there was no longer that slightly smiling face. It seemed impossible to believe what she was saying.

"If you don't leave, do you want to let me go?"

Xiaoying suddenly smiled.

She really looks good when she laughs. The boy looked at her and didn't move for a long time.

After about five minutes, he walked slowly.

Are you finally leaving?

Xiaoying thought to herself, so she sat on the ground again and hugged her shoulders.

It's cold. Am I going to die?

However, in the middle of the night, the young man who was going to leave just now went and returned, holding an axe in his hand that he didn't know when he caught, with a resolute look on his face. The boy hesitated, picked up the axe and cut the lock directly.

Crash. The cold lock falls and the door opens.

The boy stood there, looking at her, with a fluctuating expression on his face, as if he was a little ashamed, but also a little pity.

"Let's go."

Xiaoying came out of the prison, stood in front of the boy, and looked at him deeply.

The boy also raised his head and looked at the girl.

The two men looked at each other for only a few seconds, but it seemed like a century long.

Nothing to say for a while.

"I'm sorry."

She hugged him gently.

Xiaoying's warm body made him tremble slightly. The scent of her body irritated his nose.

His mind went blank.

The process was short, lasting only two seconds.

She showed no signs of affection and turned away.