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Rong Baifei smirked, and there seemed to be some shyness on his face inadvertently.

"Is it a surprise?"

She puffed her lips, "Are you alone?"

In fact, what she wants to know most is whether the structure of the villa is also the glass room at the moment when he lived here.

"Apart from the two nannies, it's just me."

His voice sounded calm and breezy, but Su Wanwan seemed to be able to feel the bitterness in his heart.

A five-year-old child, without the company of his parents, lives alone in this big empty house...

Just when she was about to sympathize, she suddenly thought that she seemed to be at this age when she left her parents, was picked up by a stranger and sent to an orphanage.

"I don't have any memories of that time. I only found out when I watched the video later, oh, so I didn't have parents from the beginning."

Su Wanwan frowned, "Video?"

She suddenly smiled, "I never imagined that the people of the Mo family would be so humane, and they would even videotape the children. Did you keep it for you to recall your childhood?"

Her awkward smile stopped when Rong Baifei looked at her bitterly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She lowered her head a little aggrieved, "I just had a big fight and finally managed to relax the atmosphere..."

Her words were abruptly interrupted by Rong Baifei's indifferent voice.

"My story is not as relaxing as you think, it may disappoint you, do you still want to listen?"

Su Wanwan didn't dare to laugh anymore due to his sudden serious appearance, she pursed her lips and nodded.

"The glass house you see now was built when I was six years old, and the video ended when I was six years old."

"..." She suddenly realized that she raised her finger and pointed, "Oh me! I see..."

Is this the Mo family watching him? !
"But!" She frowned suspiciously, and glanced at the video recorder just now, "You are a five or six-year-old child, why are they watching you? Can you still kill people and set fires?"

Rong Baifei's eyes were dark, he stopped looking at her, and instead looked at the corner of the kitchen, the past scenes reappeared in front of him like a movie flashback.

"The old man is afraid that I will commit suicide."

"what?!"

Su Wanwan has been frightened countless times today.

"You are a five or six-year-old child..." How would you know suicide?
She didn't finish her sentence, and didn't dare to continue.

Just like what she said just now, she didn't know anything about Rong Baifei's previous life, so she was naturally not qualified to comment.

Especially, after she guessed that he might be burdened with a heavy past similar to hers, she couldn't just say something insignificant.

Rong Baifei suddenly grabbed her index finger and pointed to the kitchen beside him.

"See where that oven is placed?"

Su Wanwan nodded.

"That's where my mother committed suicide."

"..."

Her body froze suddenly.

It is not only the shock that he can say such a heavy truth so lightly, but also the fear of the fact of empathy itself.

She has even made up the picture of that time in her mind.

A five or six-year-old child comes back from school, eagerly waiting to tell his mother about what he experienced at school today, while guessing in his mind what he will have for dinner today...

However, when he put down his schoolbag and called out to his mother with a smile all over his face but got no response, the child looked towards the kitchen first...

He didn't see his mother...

All I saw was a woman lying in a pool of blood.

With some ignorance and curiosity, he slowly moved over, but at the same time, a kind of panic and fear shrouded his heart.

He saw his mother's face, but no matter how he called her, she couldn't get a response.

It must be very painful for his mother to bleed a lot. He picked up the phone and dialed the police and doctor, so he sat obediently beside his mother and waited quietly.

But he didn't know what he was waiting for.

His kindergarten uniform was stained with his mother's blood, and he was still waiting for his mother to wake up quickly to help him wash his clothes. She loves cleanliness so much, so she will definitely criticize her for not being hygienic.

But in the end, instead of the police and doctors, he waited for his "father's" bodyguards.

Those people told him that his mother was dead.

Afraid that he would not understand, those people carefully explained to him what "dead" meant.

Since then, he stopped going to school and stayed in this small house every day. Every day, a teacher would come to class regularly, teach him to read, and have a babysitter for meals.

He has cried and made troubles, crying and calling for his mother late at night, but he never got an answer.

Until his 7th birthday, "Dad" broke in with a group of people dressed in black and took him to another big villa.

Within a few days, he was sent abroad to study.

Su Wanwan looked into his calm eyes, there was no expression at all, no hope in sight...

At that moment...

A very strange thought flashed in her heart that didn't seem to belong to her—these were the eyes that belonged to this villa.

After hearing his story, Su Wanwan let out a long sigh, as if feeling uncomfortable all over.

"This is my story, isn't it boring?"

His lips barely lifted, and it looked like he was smiling, but his eyes were crying.

"A very ordinary life, no worries about food and clothing, studying abroad, even if I am an illegitimate child, no one dares to disrespect me, and I can inherit the family business without hard work. How many people envy the life..."

His voice sounded weird.

She forced her lips together, "But it doesn't sound pleasant at all."

"Yeah..." Rong Baifei sighed for a long time, and leaned back with his hands behind his head, "A person like me should be alone for the rest of his life, even if he is alone, he deserves it!"

"..." She didn't expect that the conversation would go like this after he sighed, so she didn't know what to say for a while.

"Who told me not to know what love is?"

He smiled coldly, looking very bitter, "I have never had a real friend, and there are no brothers and sisters in this world, and I don't know who to love, how to love, who to care about, how to love... Only then can it be counted as really caring..."

Su Wanwan had a bad feeling...

She always felt that while he was talking, he was going to bring it to her again, so she interrupted hastily.

"How about! You listen to me? You know that you are not the only one in this world who is pitiful!"

He suddenly smiled, and some brilliance was added to his eyes.

"What's the matter? It's getting worse?"

Su Wanwan helplessly patted his hand on her shoulder, "Let me tell you, you are absolutely no match for me in comparison."

Rong Baifei coughed twice, pretending to be serious and stroking his beard that he didn't have at all.

"That's true, after all, I don't have persecution paranoia!"

"..." Her smiling face, which could be counted as raised with great difficulty, froze instantly.

I can't talk today!