The fever was very uncomfortable, so Dill got up and put on a dress, opened the door of her room, and decided to find some medicine to eat.

"Bang", turned on the headlights in the living room, Dill met two concerned glances with some surprise, her figure paused slightly, and then she continued to walk towards the cabinet with a blank face.

"Tingting, ......" Zhang Mu just wanted to say something, but the moment she came into contact with Dill's gaze, she stopped her next words as if she was afraid.

Dill walked past Zhang's mother, who was standing in a daze, and opened the cabinet to take out the medicine as if nothing happened. Then he turned around and walked to the coffee table, pressed a few times on the layout of the automatic tea machine, and sat on the sofa quietly waiting for the water to boil.

As if he had something to say, Father Zhang took a few steps forward and walked to a place only half a step away from dill.

Dill's eyes were always on the teapot that made a "gurgling" sound, and she didn't seem to see Zhang's father's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping.

The sound of "gurgling" bubbles became louder and louder, and the white mist slowly emerged from the spout and drifted into the air, forming a large, large blur.

"Tingting," Father Zhang rubbed his hands together, and said in a voice that was almost pleading, "It's Dad and Mom who are wrong, I didn't take into account your feelings, I'm sorry ......."

Father Zhang's voice became lower and lower, and finally it was like a murmur, faint and invisible.

Dill raised her head, there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in her dark eyes, and her indifferent, cold gaze seemed to be able to pierce through the thick white mist and stab straight into the unknown distance.

Then came a very small sob, and Dill turned her head to the source of the sound—

On Zhang's father's side, Zhang's mother's body twitched and twitched, the tears in her eyes couldn't stop falling to the ground, and a small piece of color on the red floor became very dark.

The sound of "grunting" gradually decreases until it disappears. The huge living room was quiet again, only the low cry of Zhang's mother, in the unclear sky.

"Tingting, you are really, really important to your mother." Zhang's mother choked up and said, "If you come back later, you may not be able to see your mother." ”

Zhang's mother's words were not exaggerated or threatening, but were just true statements, stating a mother's worries and vulnerabilities.

"Can't you see it?" Dill muttered to herself. Probably just like the original owner, helpless and depressed to despair, and finally can only be liberated in the most extreme way.

There are always all kinds of despair in this world, and when those despairs come, no one can accurately judge which one is big and which one is small. And the only intuitive thing is probably the reaction of the person facing despair.

But at the same time, you should also believe that even if you are desperate to give up at this time, in such a big world, there are always people who are facing a more desperate despair than you and have never thought of suicide.

Because they know that the world never existed because of the cowardly.

Boiling hot water flows down the spout into the glass, making a "clattering" sound. Dill took the medicine with hot water.

The boiling water slowly cools down in the mouth, then flows down the throat and into the stomach, dissolving into a piece of warmth. It also seems to be able to separate a tiny stream of heat, climb up to the heart, and melt into a lake of warmth.

Dill stood up, and her body suddenly stopped a moment before she could take a step.