Kim Tae-yeon, who returned home, locked herself in the house. In addition to Kim Tae-yeon's father, Kim Ji-yong, Kim Tae-yeon's mother, and Kim Ha-yeon all had surprised expressions. Kim Taeyeon's father frowned deeply, sighed and told the whole thing, and the family looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

This is ...... How is it like a TV series?

Although as a family member, I should worry about my daughter. But such thoughts unconsciously popped out of my head.

And Jin Zhiyong is a boy in the end, and he is not too old or young, so he leaned over and asked his father: "Abba, is that kid handsome?" ”

With a snap, he was not surprised to be given a blow to the back of the head.

Pouting and rubbing his head, Jin Zhiyong stopped talking.

Kim Taeyeon's father glared: "Didn't you say that you were going to pick up your sister from school?" Why did you come back first? ”

Jin Zhiyong's eyes rolled, and he hugged Jin Xiayan affectionately, regardless of Jin Xiayan's frowning and dragging her mother to come out: "It's all sisters, aren't they all the same when they pick up the big ones and the ones that pick up the young?" ”

Kim Tae-yeon's father couldn't do anything about him, so he shook his head and stopped looking at Kim Ji-yong, who was being taught by his wife's ears.

Looking upstairs, he sighed and said to a few people: "Let Taeyeon be quiet." I gave her a long vacation, and the S.M trials were about to begin, so she could concentrate on practicing with Teacher Jung Chun-won. I strive to be able to enter S.M as a trainee. If you like these, you have to put in the effort. School is too busy and easily distracted. It's just what I've experienced today, I'm afraid she's ...... Ay. Kim Tae-yeon's mother let go of her son and looked upstairs worriedly.

Jin Xiayan looked at this and that, dragged her mother and asked softly, "Oh Mom, I'm hungry." Doesn't Ernie come down to eat? ”

Kim Tae-yeon's mother came to her senses, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Jin Zhiyong pulled her little face: "You know how to eat, sooner or later you will be fatter than you Ernie." ”

Jin Xiayan flattened her mouth, looking like she was about to cry. Jin Zhiyong hurriedly laughed, but secretly scolded his sister in his heart that he should find a chance to strangle himself before he was willing. If he is willing to do so.

Kim Tae-yeon sat on her knees against the wall at the foot of the bed, exactly the same posture as the abandoned school building in the back hill. If there is a difference, it is that there is a quilt on the body at this time.

Just like Kim Taeyeon's father said, she didn't have any emotions about what she experienced today. Because the scene of Zuihou was reflected in front of her, her mind was full of that color, and that figure. and the feeling of being held in your arms.

Looking out the window with blank eyes, she couldn't control it, she thought about the day when she was the first to be pursued by that senior and let her senior teach her a lesson. Once his father never knew, Kim Taeyeon hid it in her heart and suffered it silently, and the wound has not been licked and healed so far. is not only sad to be taught by the senior sister, but also the senior who hides in the crowd and watches coldly.

She looked over for help, but he avoided her. It was also at that moment that I really closed my heart. But today, the same experience is even worse than the one that once was. The moment the stick was about to fall, Kim Taeyeon thought it would be the same this time, so after subconsciously screaming, he closed his eyes and didn't look at the boy behind him.

But a man held her tightly in his arms and used his body to bear everything for himself. And this person is the one who hurts himself. It is because of his willfulness and stubbornness that he is deeply injured. Even if he raised a stick and smashed it at himself, it was not an exaggeration.

It's already night, but it's just moonlight, which makes Kim Tae-yeon feel dazzling.

She buried her head deep in her knees, and the tears that had been shed many times today slipped down again. He whispered only one thing he couldn't hear: "I'm sorry ......"

But what's the use? You can't hear me, I didn't even have time to say a word when I saw you, and you left for me to be hurt even more. What should I do to you? …,