After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

When Wen Yinuo woke up from his coma, the basement was already plunged into darkness.

The only light came from a small patch of light coming in from a narrow window close to the ceiling, which was so narrow that even a person had to crawl through.

But this sole light was extremely weak, vaguely projecting the outline of the window, which was already the limit.

The place where Wen Yinuo fell was so dark that only the outline could be seen clearly.

He paused and blinked twice, his difficult gaze moving upwards from the light spot not far away to the window near the ceiling.

The window was small to begin with, and Wen Yinuo was lying on the ground. From this angle, the view outside the window was only an area the size of a human palm.

Looking through that small window, all I could see was a dark sky without stars or moon.

Although Wen Yinuo is sick, he is not stupid.

There were no stars or moon, and the window was close to the snow. The small patch of light was obviously from the upper floor of the basement, the light in the villa hall, shining on the snow and being reflected back by the snow.

The young man's pale face was full of self-mockery, and he told himself over and over again in his heart: You have decided to separate yourself from the Gu family, and don't think about anything related to them anymore.

But reason is reason, and emotion is emotion.

No matter how much he warned himself to restrain himself intellectually, his emotions still dominated his brain uncontrollably, causing Wen Yinuo to think about the people and affairs of the Gu family.

The light in the living room was so bright that it could reflect off the snow into the basement where he lived. So every light in the living room must be on, right?

His parents and brothers and sisters must be gathered around Gu Ran now, thinking about Gu Ran's coming-of-age party in seven days, right?

Among them, would one of them, at some point, think that the day before Gu Ran’s birthday was Wen Yinuo’s birthday?

Would he feel a little regretful that he had been kicked out of the house in the middle of the night on his eighteenth birthday?

Wen Yinuo didn’t know, nor did he want to know.

He just lay on the cold floor, eyes wide open, letting his tears flow unconsciously and spread all over the floor.

Wen Yinuo didn't know how long he had been lying there. It was not until the spot of light in his sight became fainter that he made his first physical reaction after waking up from a coma - he slightly bent his fingers.

Then, he endured the pain that continued to come from all the joints in his body, touched the wall and used its strength to climb up.

The pain that penetrated deep into his bones never stopped for a moment. Even the simple action of standing up made Wen Yinuo sweat profusely.

Wen Yinuo gritted his teeth and endured the pain, moving slowly step by step while feeling the wall.

The distance that a normal person can take is only six steps, but the young man in severe pain took nearly a minute to walk.

After finding the familiar position, Wen Yinuo leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, and groped for the light switch.

With a "click", a dazzling white light came on, completely exposing the entire picture of this small basement.

The entire basement is only about 15 square meters at most, but it contains everything a person needs for daily life.

Add to that the books and embroidery that Wen Yinuo brought back home when he was found, and even if they were all placed neatly and made the best use of the space, it still seemed very cramped.

Not to mention that this is where the real young master of the Gu family lives, no one would believe that this is where a child from an ordinary family with biological parents and a good relationship lives.

But Wen Yinuo has lived in this basement for almost four years.

——When Wen Yinuo was first taken back to the Gu family, he had a separate room on the second floor.

But after living there for less than a month, Gu's father drove Wen Yinuo to the basement in anger because he discovered that Wen Yinuo was stealing Gu Ran's things and refused to change despite repeated warnings.

When Wen Yinuo was sent to live in the basement, he was told to reflect on himself. When he had reflected well, apologized to Gu Ran, and promised that he would never make the same mistake again, he could go back to his room on the second floor.

Wen Yinuo, knowing that he had never stolen anything, naturally refused and lived in the basement for four years.

Over the past four years, the Gu family had hoped that he would take the initiative to admit his mistakes and apologize when they first saw him living in the basement, but little by little, their attitude gradually turned into complete contempt.

He clearly stole something, but he still had a shameless face and refused to admit it. Doesn't he deserve to live in the basement?

No one has ever thought that since Wen Yinuo could live in the basement for so long, how could he steal Gu Ran’s decorations which were expensive but had no practical meaning.

Not only did they steal it, they didn't even sell it and just left it in the room.

"It's not that they didn't think about it." Wen Yinuo walked out of his memories, his eyelashes trembling violently because of the continuous pain, "It's obvious that they don't care."

As for Gu Ran, they had raised him for more than ten years, so the Gu family naturally gave him all their love. Even if a hair fell off, they would be heartbroken.

Therefore, they would give absolute trust to whatever came from Gu Ran's mouth.

As for this child who had disappeared for more than ten years before being found, he was not even as good as a pot of flowers that Gu Ran raised.

So between Gu Ran and Wen Yinuo, they never thought about whether Wen Yinuo had need to do that, but just put all the blame on him.

Even though this was not the first time he realized this, Wen Yinuo's heart still ached every time he thought about it.

The young man, whose face was as pale as paper, leaned against the wall, slightly tilted his head, and his desperate and sorrowful eyes fell on an unfinished Suzhou embroidery hanging on the wall to his right.

That was the only relic left to him by the only person who cared about him in this world.

"Mom..." Wen Yinuo moved step by step to the unfinished Suzhou embroidery.

He stretched out his trembling hand with deformed knuckles, trying to touch the only relic left by his mother.

But before his fingertips even touched the framed glass, he abruptly pulled his hand back.

"No, you can't touch mom's things." Wen Yinuo bit his fingertips and nervously repeated, "I can't hold a needle, it's too dirty. You can't dirty mom's things."

It was not until his fingertips were bitten and bleeding and he saw the glaring red in front of him that Wen Yinuo regained some sense.

The young man smiled sadly, sat down against the wall, and tears mixed with the unwiped blood on his face rolled down.

He seemed to be talking to himself, or questioning his mother who had passed away many years ago:

"Mom, why don't you take me with you?"

Why leave him alone in this world?

Whether he is alive or dead, does he deserve to be abandoned again and again, deserve to be ignored, and deserve to be slandered and bullied?