Quick Transmigration: I just want to hate the protagonist

Chapter 155 Unable to get out of another dimension [7]

They never made in-depth understanding and made a conclusion, pushing all the faults to the original owner's "self-willed depravity".

Bai Mo flipped through a few pages of the book a little annoyed, unable to read any more.

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 the habit of keeping a diary, because there was no one to tell, so she wrote down everything she wanted to say, and filled a whole page every day.

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

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

But these changes of hers were all sealed in this room, suppressed in her heart, and vented her emotions by keeping a diary.

The notes in the diary are not the same. When she is happy, her strokes are brisk, and when she is irritable and gloomy, she will trace every word over and over again, so deep that even the next page is soaked with pen and ink.

Bai Mo stared at the word "death" on a certain page of the notebook with complicated eyes, and sighed softly.

The poor little girl had thought of suicide countless times before she came.

She even saw the way she wrote about suicide in the last few pages of the book.

She analyzed and compared each method in detail, and drew circles one after another after the methods she felt could be implemented.

Bai Mo closed the book. It was already dark, and it was so quiet that no sound could be heard outside the room.

Bai Mo rubbed his stomach, feeling uncomfortably hungry.

She opened the door to the kitchen, and there were some meals for the evening. Bai Mo took two mouthfuls alive, and couldn't help throwing up in the dark while holding the toilet.

Physiological anorexia is no longer something she can eat whenever she wants.

"You're up so late at night, what are you doing outside?" Bai Mu's sleepy voice came from the bedroom.

Bai Mo carried the warm water back to the house without saying a word, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

She lay on the bed, staring into the night.

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

Because Bai Mo's state of mind is different and her experience is also different, she can't imagine how the original owner's little girl who is so afraid of ghosts and the dark endured sleepless nights under the torment of insomnia and stomachache all night.

No wonder in the situation just now, the original owner felt that Baimu's reprimand made her feel so safe.

Bai Mo closed all the doors and windows according to the original owner's habit, pressed the curtains tightly with the things in the house, pushed the door against it, surrounded the bed with dolls, and then covered himself in the quilt and curled up into a ball.

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

Although Bai Mo didn't have those emotions of fear, he couldn't resist the exhaustion of his body.

There was nothing in her stomach, and the long-term anorexia had made her appetite go bad. There was a burning pain in her stomach, and her mind was chaotic, but she still couldn't fall asleep.

Bai Mo was going to be tortured to the point of going crazy overnight!
Bai Mo really fell asleep when the sky outside was getting brighter.

She hadn't slept for long when Father Bai opened the door and called her: "What are you doing behind the door again! Get up quickly, what time is it!"

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

(End of this chapter)