Bai Jingtao was too busy, too busy to talk to him, and even if he saw an injury on his body occasionally, he would be dismissed by Bo Mo saying that he had accidentally done it himself.
His heart was cold, and he decided to run away.
The defense of the Bai family has always been very strict, and Bai Mo has always watched him very closely.
He felt that his psychology was a little dark, and some wanted to disappear from this world forever.
By a strange coincidence, he cut his wrist with a knife and took some medicine.
At that time, he should really want to die.
He was taken to the hospital and revived.
Having experienced death once, in such a short period of time, he suddenly felt that he should live again.
When he went to the bathroom, no one happened to follow him.
In that gap, his brain suddenly became clear, and he wanted to go!
So he really left! Successfully escaped!
He went to many cities, concealed his identity, and lived in the most hidden corners, living like a mouse or a cockroach in the dark.
But his heart gradually became clear.
He understood one thing.
No one in this world loves him, but he loves himself.
This is enough.
Zhao Miaomiao accepted all the plots, but felt heartbroken. Her body was shaking, and tears were falling drop by drop.
The sound of breathing became heavier and heavier, which caught Bai Han's attention.
"Miaomiao?" Bai Han sat up.
In the darkness, the group of little people was wrapped in a quilt and lying on the bed curled up into the shape of shrimps. Zhao Miaomiao bit her hand to keep herself from making a sound.
Seeing that she was silent, Bo Han lay down again.
Three seconds later, he sat up again and walked towards Zhao Miaomiao.
The soft bed sank, and Bai Han sat beside the bed.
Zhao Miaomiao opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, grabbed his wrist and rubbed it, tears fell on Bai Han's palm one drop after another.
Zhao Miaomiao knew that there were several scars on this wrist, and she never knew about these things about Bai Han in her last life, because he never said anything about it.
Bai Han only felt a lot of hot tears splashed in his palm, his heart tightened, and he immediately turned on the lamp beside the bed.
What came into my eyes was a face full of tears. Her eyes were full of pain, pity, regret, and self-blame
He had never seen so many emotions in a child's eyes, and he was shocked almost instantly.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Tears ran across her cheeks and dripped onto the quilt.
Sorry, I don't know anything, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well, I'm sorry, I let you die alone, I'm sorryI'm late
"What's wrong with you?" Bai Han frantically wiped her tears, but couldn't finish.
Zhao Miaomiao's tears kept gushing out like spring water.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Bai Han held her in his arms, patted her on the back, and said lovingly, "Hey, do you miss your parents? Tell your father."
Bo Han only felt that she was in a daze, and kept comforting her.
Zhao Miaomiao was lying on his body, holding his clothes tightly with her small hands, tears streaming down her eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but Bai Han felt his body froze.
He quietly pulled the little person in his arms out, and found that she had fallen asleep.
The tears on his face were still wet, the tails of his eyes were flushed, his cheeks were flushed, and he still sobbed in his dreams from time to time.
Bai Han felt that his heart was very uncomfortable, as if his heart was grabbed by a pair of invisible big hands, and it hurt.
"Silly boy, you must have had a nightmare." Bo Han sighed. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com