By the time I got back to Presidium, it was the wee hours of the morning.

It was obviously a bit of a hassle to let the soldiers guarding the gate lower the drawbridge, so Jeno finally asked Sindra to lift herself and Anne up and jump directly over the walls of the city into the city.

Anne was sleepy and hungry, so after Jeno got her some milk and bread, she took off her backpack and took Tibbs to Jeno's bed, and fell asleep as soon as she got her pillow.

Don't get me wrong, Jeno didn't put any lethargic ingredients in the milk, it was simply that Anne was too sleepy.

"Anne sleeps in my bed, I'm going to sleep on the rhythm of the floor?" Jeno went to the toilet after bringing food to Anne, but he was surprised to be taken over by a dove when he returned—not only did the little guy not recognize the bed, but he was still sleeping so peacefully in the stranger's territory.

Jano didn't want to settle for it, and there seemed to be a lot of vacant beds in the Zane mansion, and Irelia was the only one living there. But he thought about it, someone had to watch over Anne.

Her moody personality combined with the destructive power of an explosion is like a pile of black powder in human form.

But the caretaker seems to have been Jeno himself, for he knew Anne best as far as he could speak Noxus.

"Forget it." Jeno pursed his lips and sat on the floor with his back to the bench about to squint, only to see that Sindra had not yet left his tent and was facing away from him, blocking the light of the candles.

"Aren't you going back to sleep? I'm going to sleep, remember to turn off the lights for me when I go. Jeno whispered, afraid of waking the sleeping Anne.

"I found something strange." Sindra turned, her expression solemn, holding in her hand a stack of papers with burnt marks and chips on the edges of the paper, and in the middle were a few monotonous colors of children's graffiti.

"These paintings were put in Anne's backpack, and they accidentally leaked out, and I wanted to help her sort them out and put them back, but I was a little concerned about the contents of the paintings." Sindra pointed to the broken backpack that Anne had casually discarded next to the bed, and it was the unzippered that caused the paper to slip out.

"I'll see." Jeno stood up again and walked over to the candle flame to take a closer look at the paintings.

At first glance, it looks like a child's idle graffiti, and yes, Anne drew some of the people she knew well in black handwriting into the shape of stickmen. Her arms and thighs are thin black lines, her head is a circle, two black dots and an arc represent her eyes and ears, and her little dress is painted in a red triangle.

"This picture looks like a member of Anne's family." Jeno said.

Tibbs was best recognizable, the only one whose limbs had an oval to indicate their width, and his eyes were drawn from red crayons drilled back and forth.

"Family? Why did I see two women? Is one her sister? Sindra asked, puzzled.

"No, the one in red is Anne's biological mother, Amoline, the yellow-haired one is Stepmother Liana, and the man is Anne's biological father, Gregory. Amorien disappeared when Anne was a toddler, and then Gregory formed a new family with Liana, a single mother who also had a child, a little girl with yellow hair named Daisy. ”

"Weird, isn't it? You say Anne couldn't even walk when Amorim disappeared, how many things can a child who can't walk remember? But she was able to draw Amoline. ”

Sindra flipped through a few pieces of paper, and the image of the woman in red appeared most frequently except Tibbs and Anne, and then she found the painting she had doubts about and showed it to Jeno.

"Then you look at this, the three of Anne and Tibbs are holding hands, but only Gregory is not wrapped in yellow lines, does that represent the flames?"

Jeno quickly understood, and he told Sindra:

"I think so, that's why it's the way it is. It's also because Anne's mother is a witch, and her father is an ordinary person. And Amoline of Tibbs did it herself, and when she just sewed the last button eye on the teddy bear, the labor pains of childbirth began, so the relationship between Anne and Tibbers would be so good. ”

"And what does this one mean?"

Sindra was holding a very brightly colored graffiti, except for Anne and Tibbs, who were wrapped in yellow lines, and the other four were all drowned in large areas of red strokes, which made people very uncomfortable and frightened to see.

"They're all dead." Jeno sighed heavily: "Except for Amoline's disappearance, everyone else is dead. ”

The candle flame that was close at hand suddenly flickered, and the two of them turned their heads in unison suddenly, subconsciously looking at Anne.

Fortunately, Anne was still asleep and was not awakened by the whispering of the two of them.

"It's not a good thing to snoop into other people's secrets like this." Jeno whispered to Sindra.

After hearing this, Sindra thought about it, and used her mind to manipulate the drawings one by one into the backpack, neatly stacked them on top of each other, and then closed the zipper.

After doing all this, she took Jeno by the arm and walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent, across a layer of cloth from Anne, Sindra grabbed Jeno without saying a word: "You better tell me about Anne, if I don't figure it out, I won't be able to sleep when I go back." ”

"It's almost dawn." Jeno glanced at the horizon, now the darkest hour before dawn.

"I'm not talking to you again." Sindra's face turned grim and she hugged her arms.

"Okay then." Geno sighed again, and began to organize the language.

"It's a reconstituted family, and most reconstituted families are always unhappy and full of suspicion against each other...... Two little girls of the same age often play together, Daisy doesn't know how important Tibbs is to Anne, and often goes to grab Tibbs, and then is made to cry by the little spark that is aroused. The cry attracted Liana, who noticed that Anne was abnormal, scolded her for whether there was something wrong with her, and often made her sister Daisy cry, while Gregory, who was caught in the middle, could only go back and forth to comfort his conflicting wife and daughter. ”

Young Daisy is unwary of the dangers of the Savage Lands, and while out playing, Daisy chases a butterfly and falls into the creek. Annie tries to save her by getting her to catch Tibbs, but Daisy is swept away by the rushing current, taking one of Tibbs's button-eyes with her forever. ”

"The child's play eventually became a great tragedy for the family, and Liana rightfully blamed Anne for Daisy's death, and she was stopped by Gregory in grief to the point of dementia, and the tragedy did not come in the first place, but it was also soon."

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