I Just Hope to Spend a Leisurely Life in the Second Dimension

At this point, she was about to start sobbing again.

The refusal should be said to be reasonable, but this reason was unexpected.

Before the boy could speak, the laughter of a middle-aged woman came from behind.

"Hahaha, I need a monster like you to take care of me? Stop pretending here!"

The middle-aged woman scrambled and crawled to the side of the dagger, grabbed it, "Goodbye, this damn world!"

She plunged the knife into her heart hard and stirred.

Holding is the heart of death!

"Uh... ah! ah!"

"What are you doing?! Cough, cough, cough." The hand was still stopping the girl's bleeding and pain, and there was no time to stop it, so she could only drink with surprise and anger, and the tone was too fast to make the cough violent.

Hearing her mother's screams, the girl couldn't keep smiling, she broke free from the boy's arms, and crawled to her mother's side in the direction of the screams.

After a while of groping, I finally grabbed the middle-aged woman's palm and cried, "Mom, mom...don't leave me alone, I know I did something wrong!

I can change it, don't leave me... woo woo... I will be obedient in the future, even if you hit me, I won't run away... I don't want these eyes anymore, don't leave me... woo woo..."

It's just that the gradually cold corpse could no longer answer her words.

The sun had already set, the warehouse began to dim, and the sound of gastrulation outside became clearer.

Inside, there was a black-haired boy in a white windbreaker, a corpse, and a silver-haired girl with bruises all over her body.

The weather in Tokyo makes people feel that it is bone-chillingly cold.

Chapter 2 An Tong

It was still a dim warehouse, and the smell of blood had faded after a night.

"Mom? Mom!" The silver-haired girl suddenly woke up from the simple bed made of wooden planks and stood up.

Because of her movements, the white windbreaker that was tightly wrapped around her body slipped onto her slender legs.

She didn't mean to look around.

No, or it should be said, it is already impossible to look at it!

The world was dark, and occasional small pains in her eyes told her what was going on.

Suddenly, the girl took off the windbreaker and seemed to want to stand up, but fell down because of the soreness in her legs.

She didn't care about the coldness of the ground, and groped around, whispering: "Mom...Mom..."

The delicate little face is so desperate.

She bumped into something on her forehead, and a tactile sensation told her that it should be someone's leg.

"Cough, I've already buried your mother for you, behind the warehouse, because I don't know your mother's name, so no, cough cough, no autograph."

The gentle voice coughed slightly, exactly the same as yesterday.

"Really?" The girl began to shiver, not knowing if she felt the cold.

She didn't doubt whether the boy was lying to her, because she didn't think she had anything worth being deceived.

Fortunately, the undamaged lacrimal glands had already produced tears, which flowed down the corners of the eyes, mixed with the unwashed blood on the face, and slipped down to the chin.

Biting his lower lip, obviously trying to hold back his own sobs.

"I've...already, one, nothing."

The only relative died, even though she treated her badly, she couldn't help it and started crying.

The small face was covered with gray and looked so powerless.

The pain in the heart seemed to be grabbed, and the boy was convinced that it was definitely not the cause of his body.

"No, there's me too!"

He gently squatted down and hugged her into his arms, "Hey, cough, cough, I know this appearance will be regarded as a pervert, but I still want to ask, are you willing to start a new life with me?"

Barely resisting the urge to cough, she uttered a complete sentence, and gently rubbed her dirty cheek with her head, as if giving her silent comfort.

"I, I am a cursed, cursed child, don't you hate me?"

Sobs turned to sobs.

"Did you agree? As long as you, ahem, don't dislike me as a sick child."

There was a long silence.

Until he saw the other party nodded cautiously, the corner of the boy's mouth curled up, "My name is An Shu, how about you?"

"Mother didn't name me." The girl's voice was very soft, as if she was about to cry again.

An Shu hugged her even tighter, not stupid enough to ask the other party's father, seeing the bloodstains on the other party's eyes that had not been wiped off because there was no hot water, he felt distressed again, "Well, cough cough, from now on you Just call me Tong, okay? An Tong?"

"An Tong? What about a nice name?"

The girl stretched out her hand and pointed at An Shu, "An Shu?"

"Correct!"