In a castle-like mansion, a seven-year-old boy was playing alone, accompanied by several servants. When the little boy saw his mother who came back, he happily dropped the model car in his hand and ran to his mother. Before the little boy's hand touched his mother, he was stopped by his mother's indifferent eyes. The child's mother didn't look at the little boy again, and asked the servant to take the little boy away, and then left without looking back, leaving a lonely room. The little boy was disappointed and followed the servant away. With his lonely eyes, he saw his father standing in front of him again, but he was not comforted and hugged. The father just stood in the distance with a complicated expression, looking at the lonely and weak child. The little boy opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, and the child's father didn't take a step closer to the little boy, so he left without saying a word. The little boy was really sad. His stubborn eyes kept tears from coming out of his eyes. His small body struggled to shake off the servant's hand. He ran out of the mansion with his head down, and hid in the courtyard full of rare treasures. Here, squatting among the dense and high-branched flowers, the curled up little body trembled from crying! After an unknown amount of time, the little boy's older brother found him. The older brother called the weary little boy out of the flowers, and looked at the tear-stained younger brother in front of him. The older brother smiled gently and stretched out his hand to the little boy. The little boy thought that his brother was going to wipe away his tears, but who knew that he flicked his forehead with his fingers. The little boy covered his forehead with both hands in pain, and stared at his brother with his mouth pursed. The elder brother laughed even bigger. He rubbed the little boy's head and began to ask him what happened. The little boy began to "complain" to his elder brother. After hearing this, the elder brother comforted and persuaded his brother with a look of righteous indignation. Brother, the little boy finally laughed through his tears. In order to "seek justice", the elder brother took the little boy's hand to the outside of the mother's study. The two children did not dare to go in when they heard the parents arguing in the room, so they could only hide outside the door and listen. After hearing the content of the parents' quarrel, the elder brother looked at the younger brother who seemed to understand in surprise, and unconsciously pulled his hand out of the little boy's. The elder brother took a few steps back slowly, the little boy moved forward ignorantly and wanted to hold his elder brother's hand again, but was thrown away by his elder brother forcefully, after the little boy called out "brother" in fear, the boy's elder brother turned around abruptly Running away desperately, the little boy anxiously called for his brother, and fell to the ground before taking two steps. He looked helplessly at the back of his brother, crying and screaming. The two adults in the study heard the sound and looked at each other in a panic when they saw the scene. The boy's mother quickly put away her panic expression and turned back to her study. The boy's father looked at his wife indifferently. Looking back, he could only helplessly look at the child lying on the ground who was crying so weakly.
Fan Xiaoyu, who was lying on the table and fell asleep, vaguely heard the sound of **, she rubbed her eyes in a daze, gradually became more awake, and heard it more clearly. Fan Xiaoyu realized that the voice was made by Gao Junyi, she turned her head and saw Gao Junyi on the bed covered in sweat, with a painful expression on his face, weeping as if crying. Fan Xiaoyu hurried to the bedside, took off the towel from Gao Junyi's head, and put her hands on his forehead: "Gao Junyi, are you okay! Are you feeling bad? Wake up and go to the hospital!" Junyi felt a trace of cold comfort on his forehead. He groped to find the source of the coldness and held it tightly to his chest. Gao Junyi grabbed and pulled Fan Xiaoyu's hand, and fell onto Gao Junyi's body. Gao Junyi held Fan Xiaoyu tightly with his other hand as if he had found a lifebuoy. Fan Xiaoyu was frightened by this sudden situation, she began to struggle to get up, but Gao Junyi's strength was too great, Fan Xiaoyu couldn't break free, she raised her head impatiently to Gao Junyi's face: "You"
"Why do you always leave me alone?" Gao Junyi asked in pain in his dream, so helpless, so desperate: "It's not my fault, isn't it" (Remember the website URL : www.hlnovel.com