They never go deep into the coffin and conclude the conclusion, and blame all the faults on the "self-willed depravity" of the original owner.

Bai Mo turned a few pages of the book with some annoyance, and couldn't read it.

The more I look at it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

Bai Mo simply threw the book aside and flipped through the original owner's diary.

The original owner had a habit of keeping a diary, and because there was no one to tell, she wrote down everything she wanted to say, and every day she filled a whole page with babbling.

Bai Mo seemed to be able to see the little girl struggling through these words.

Sometimes she is in a high mood, sometimes she is gloomy and depressed, she can be excited and happy at the sight of a favorite color, and she can also be furious because of a crease in the corner of the book.

But these changes in her are locked in this room, suppressed in her heart, and vents her emotions by keeping a diary.

The notes in the diary are not the same, she strokes briskly when she is happy, and she traces every word over and over again when she is irritable and gloomy, so profound that even the next page is soaked in pen and ink.

Bai Mo stared at the word "death" that had been described on a page of the notebook I don't know how many times, and sighed softly.

The poor little girl had thought about suicide many times before she came.

She even saw in the back pages of the book that she wrote full of ways to commit suicide.

She analyzes and compares each method in detail, drawing circles after circles after the ones she thinks can be done.

Bai Mo closed the notebook, it was already dark, and there was no sound outside the room.

Bai Mo rubbed his stomach, hungry and uncomfortable.

She opened the door to the kitchen, and there were some meals for the evening, Bai Mo took two bites alive, and couldn't help but hold the toilet and vomit in the dark.

Physiological anorexia is no longer something she can eat if she wants to.

"If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you tossing outside!" Bai Mu's sleepy voice came from the bedroom.

Bai Mo returned to the house with warm water without saying a word, but there was no trace of sleepiness.

She lay on the bed, staring straight into the night.

She still couldn't really appreciate the helplessness and despair of the original owner.

Because Bai Mo's mood is different and her experience is different, she can't imagine how the little girl who is so afraid of ghosts and the dark can survive sleepless nights under the torture of insomnia and stomach pain all night.

No wonder in that situation just now, the original owner felt that Bai Mu's rebuke made her feel so secure.

Bai Mo closed all the doors and windows according to the habit of the original owner, pressed the curtains with the things in the house, pressed the door against it, and used the doll to wrap around the bed, and then the whole person was covered in the quilt and curled up in a ball.

She couldn't feel it, but she knew it was a sign of extreme insecurity.

Although Bai Mo does not have those fearful emotions, the exhaustion of his body cannot resist.

There was nothing in her stomach, and her appetite had long been ruined by a long period of anorexia, and her stomach twitched with hot pain, and her mind was chaotic but she couldn't sleep.

Bai Mo was about to be tortured and crazy in one night!

When the sky outside was shining brightly, Bai Mo really fell asleep.

She didn't sleep long after her father pushed the door and called her: "What are you doing blocking things behind the door again!" Hurry up, what time is it! ”

Bai Mo rubbed her temples and got up in a daze, she was in a daze all morning, she only remembered that Father Bai scolded her again.