After rebirth, the real daughter became a popular figure by relying on internal competition

Li Zhiyin endured it and tilted her head to one side, revealing a large area of ​​her fair skin to Li Xinghao's eyes.

Li Xinghao's eyes suddenly darkened. He handed the gift box to her, took out the earrings, and leaned down to put them close to her ears.

He was a little lost.

Li Zhiyin raised her hand and pinched her earlobe with her pink fingertips, revealing the tiny ear hole in front of him.

He moved closer and inserted the earring precisely: "Does it hurt?"

Li Zhiyin replied in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt."

Li Xinghao felt something was wrong and glanced at her profile.

She seemed to be in pain, her brows were slightly furrowed, her jawline was tense, her body leaned to the other side, and she wished she was eight hundred meters away from him.

And he said it didn't hurt.

If you're so resistant, it must be painful.

His eyes were filled with pity, and he moved more gently as he inserted the earring, put it on, and then moved it to the other side.

This time, he found the spot precisely, pinched her earlobe, stared at her, and slowly inserted the earring.

The top beauty portrait was embellished by him with two round rays of light, blooming on her soft earlobes.

It was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The gentle light of the pearls dotted her shoulders. He glanced at her and saw a purple-red kiss mark, half-hidden under the sweater.

He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to pull her clothes: "It's cold, don't catch a cold."

Li Zhiyin didn't say anything, just put on her clothes and lowered her head, not wanting to look at him.

Li Xinghao's scorching gaze was like the sun, falling on her face without hesitation: "What else do you want to buy?"

"Flowers." Li Zhiyin lowered his eyes: "Do you know where to buy flowers here?"

Li Xinghao smiled: "For mom?"

She clenched her back teeth and did not answer.

Li Xinghao took her tea set. She subconsciously dodged backwards and Li Xinghao snatched it away forcefully.

"Come with me."

She followed him and looked at his back.

After not seeing each other for a while, Li Xinghao has grown taller and looks almost the same height as Chi Ye. His appearance has also become more outstanding and he is gradually developing his own style.

They no longer look alike.

Li Xinghao thought of something, turned around and looked at her and smiled at her.

She felt disgusted and quickened her pace to walk side by side with him.

Li Xinghao's burning gaze fell on her earlobe, and he stared at her without saying a word.

She felt uncomfortable being stared at, so she quickly walked into the flower shop to choose flowers, leaving Li Xinghao behind.

Li Xinghao followed closely behind and sat in the waiting area, not intending to interfere with Li Zhiyin.

Her mother will like it more if she chooses it herself.

Li Zhiyin scanned the flower shop and found Shen Shiyi's favorite lily of the valley: "Please pack this for me, I want the blue one."

His eyes dimmed, and his gaze burned with a blazing fire.

She actually chose her mother’s favorite bluebell orchid?

Then she should still care about her mother, right?

He heard from his eldest brother that they had lived with Li Zhiyin for a year in their previous life, but they did not get along well that year.

Because of Li Wuyou, they deliberately isolated Li Zhiyin.

When Li Zhiyin spoke, they didn't respond, waiting for the next person to bring up a new topic before they started chatting enthusiastically.

Li Zhiyin went to talk to the servants, but they turned their backs and ignored her.

During the first month after she arrived, she would wander around the living room, looking left and right, as if she wanted to help but couldn't. She would sit awkwardly on the sofa, listening to their conversation and interrupting at the appropriate time.

But no matter when, as long as she interrupted, no matter how lively the topic was, it would suddenly become cold.

Gradually, she disappeared from the house.

Li Yanlang told him that they had suspected Li Zhiyin was dead more than once in their previous life, and secretly went to her door to check, but heard Li Zhiyin watching the live broadcast.

She only watches female anchors, the kind that have the girl-next-door style and specializes in live broadcasts to chat with people.

She has no schooling and is the idlest person in the family. She either watches live broadcasts all day long or disappears from home. When bodyguards are sent to look for her, the bodyguards say that she sits in front of Li Le's grave in a daze for the entire day.

Later, Li Wuyou had a fever. His mother guessed that it was the virus that Li Zhiyin brought back from the tomb, and told Li Zhiyin clearly that he was not allowed to go to the tomb except on the day of tomb sweeping.

Li Zhiyin simply suggested that she wanted to move back to the slums, saying that she was more adapted to life there.

My mother was so angry that she cried and told my father. My father scolded her and sent her away, and told her not to mention it again.

Li Zhiyin was really naughty and stubborn. If she wasn't allowed to mention it, she would sneak away and not come back all night.

They sent bodyguards to catch her, and finally caught her in front of Li Le's grave.

She actually slept in front of Li Le's grave for a whole night.

After that, Li Zhiyin stopped watching the live broadcast and sat by the window, staring out with his eyes wide open.

Once, late at night, she stood in the window and scared Li Wuyou who had just returned from a party, causing him to burst into tears.

Li Yanlang took him to talk to Li Zhiyin and scolded her.

Li Yanlang said that Li Zhiyin said nothing at the time and listened to them venting their emotions as quietly as a dead person.

From then on, the curtains in her room were never opened again.

Later, Li Zhiyin died.

One of the customs for dealing with the dead is to wipe her body, but they were too embarrassed to do it, so the job was left to professionals.

As a result, the staff member told them that she found many marks of beating on Li Zhiyin's arms and thighs.

Li Zhiyin actually came out to travel with injuries, and her injuries were not light.

But why was she injured?

In an instant, everything about Li Zhiyin's life became a mystery.

They invited the most professional psychoanalyst to solve the mystery surrounding her, and at this moment, they opened Li Zhiyin's door.

They had never been in this room before, thinking that it had not been ventilated for a long time, and Li Zhiyin grew up in a slum, so there might be a strange smell. Unexpectedly, it smelled good.

The room was very clean, even the bed had never been slept in, but you could still feel the accumulated dust when you touched it.

Li Zhiyin only slept on the narrow sofa, using clothes as a quilt. Her things were not placed in the drawer, but in a small plastic bag, simply placed under the sofa.

The slums have toothpaste with broken crumbs, toothbrushes with flying edges, old towels that have been used for a long time, cheap stainless steel cups, small round mirrors, broken combs, and a box of ibuprofen with only the last pill left.

He didn't see the scene, but listening to Li Yanlang's description, he felt as if he had experienced it personally and was deeply shocked.

It was hard to imagine that was the room she lived in for a year.

What’s even more shocking is that she has lived here for a year and is still using things from the slums.

The first thing the psychoanalyst said was: "She has never considered this place her home. Everything she has is taken and left at will. Moreover, she seems to be very afraid of getting this place dirty. She even covered the sofa with a layer of cheap cushions. She must be afraid of causing trouble for you."

The analyst looked at Li Zhiyin's body again and told them that Li Zhiyin had shown self-destructive tendencies and that her injuries were probably caused by intentional fighting with others.

They gathered in a huddle around her body and watched as the analyst took her hand.

There were actually many scars of varying depths on her wrists, all of which were very old, because she had found a new substitute for pain, which was fighting with others.

The mother couldn't believe it and cried, saying that they had never treated Li Zhiyin badly, they just simply didn't talk to her, so why did she treat her like this.

The analyst was stunned and asked in a sarcastic tone: "Madam, do you know that there is a kind of violence called cold violence?"