029. Death is also a relief

Three days earlier, he had thrown her in the bathtub in the same way, and he turned away angrily.

Tonight he was furious, Lin Zhiyi was afraid that he would do something excessive, so she used this trick again.

Unexpectedly, she screamed in fear, but he really believed it, and turned away.

Lu Tingzuo, such a keen person, was actually deceived by her?

Scold.

Yes, the more affectionate she became, the more he didn't believe it.

The more indifferent she became, the more lowly she became, and he would believe it 100%.

Aunt Zhou changed into a clean dress for her, and then lay on the bed again, as if she was in a rental house, she didn't move except for wheezing.

She just wants to stay quiet, she just needs someone to digest the pain in her heart.

Aunt Zhou came to persuade several times, but Lin Zhiyi was silent as if she was silent, until Aunt Zhou had no choice but to call Lu Tingzuo.

The house leaked and rained overnight, Lin Zhiyi was locked in the villa all day, and she was in a daze until the second half of the night, and after finally falling asleep, a lightning bolt pierced the sky.

There was a muffled thunder, and Lin Zhiyi suddenly sat up from the bed.

For three days and three nights, she didn't touch anything, this is the custom of her grandmother's hometown, a kind of respect, a kind of remembrance, a kind of remembrance for the elders who died in a foreign land, so as a junior, you have to avoid eating for seven days and seven nights.

It's only her third day, and she's got four days left.

It's just that even without this old rule, she doesn't have an appetite at all.

The only person in this world who treats her will never see her again, and even die because of her, how can she still deal with it calmly.

Moreover, there has been no result of my grandmother's death so far, how could she suddenly suffocate to death?

There must be something she didn't know, so she asked Su Yuanbai to help check it.

Curled up in the quilt, her fingers clutching the quilt tightly, Lin Zhiyi trembled and looked at the lightning outside the window, and suddenly the day of Sheng Mumu appeared in her mind.

It was also a rainy night, and a thunderclap woke her up, and she had a sharp pain in her stomach, but before she could call the prison guard, the amniotic water broke first.

Stormy nights, cold rooms, endless darkness, that was the last shred of her consciousness.

The child was born, but because of malnutrition, he was only 3 pounds and 7 taels.

She has no breast milk, Mu Mu grew up drinking milk powder from birth.

It was another lonely rainy night, Lin Zhiyi used to be so afraid of thunderstorm nights, but now, after experiencing so many things, she has long lost the cowardice of her girlhood.

What could be more painful than her pushing into prison with the man she loves, what could be more desperate than being alone giving birth in the dark, and what could be more torturous than the death of a loved one.

After going through so many things, she can already face everything calmly.

In this world, apart from life and death, there is nothing that can shake her.

Once the sorrow in the heart is released, all emotions can no longer be taken back.

Just when Lin Zhiyi bravely faced everything and looked at the thunder and lightning outside the window, suddenly, a figure flashed outside the window, and Lin Zhiyi's eyes trembled.

There was the sound of windows squeezing.

Lin Zhiyi immediately became nervous, this place is relatively remote in the suburbs, there are only her and Aunt Zhou here, if someone comes to steal, what should I do?

The hand subconsciously touched the lamp next to the bed, Lin Zhiyi's body was weak, and she could only vigilantly hold the lamp and look at the slowly opened car window.