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The man on the hospital bed has a sharp face, deep sunken eye sockets, and cold facial features. The lavender pupils reflect the neatly typesetting handwriting on the document in his hand. The pen is wrapped in his long and slender hand. After signing his name on the document, he signs the document. He closed it and handed it to his special assistant, Aaron.

Aaron took the document respectfully and said: "Sir, everything has been taken care of according to your instructions before you fell into a coma, but your leg...needs to be operated on as soon as possible." words instead.

Thinking of all the incidents, Aaron's eyes hidden behind the lens were replaced by self-blame and hatred. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of those unknown people who broke the long-standing balance between the two sides, how could the husband be reduced to such a state? Even the rest of his life can only be spent in a wheelchair. Amputation is a million times more painful than death for the other party.

"Get ready and return to Seoul in three months."

"Sir, you are now... ok, I understand." Aaron's consoling words were shattered when they met the other's eyes in the air, and those eyes were just like the first time he saw this person, indifferently winning in the grip.

With Aaron's departure, the luxurious ward fell into silence again. The man looked sideways at the excessively bright sunlight outside the window, as if he had thought of something interesting, and the corners of his cold lips raised an imperceptible arc.

This time, let's see where you go!

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With soothing music and a quiet environment, He Yixin stirred the coffee in his cup. With the strong aroma of coffee lingering, he rested his chin with one hand in all kinds of boredom, and glanced at everyone sitting there without showing any trace.

Recently, he skipped class and found a coffee shop to relax for a whole day. This kind of life has lasted for nearly half a month. Of course, drinking coffee is fake, and observing some things is true, but it can’t be too purposeful. After the waiter checked out, He Yixin put on his sunglasses and left the cafe.

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, He Yixin found that Yi Su, who hadn't returned all night last night, fell asleep on the bed. Thinking of the word "go home" that the other party accidentally mentioned, he was a little curious about the other party's behavior at this time.

"Aren't you afraid that the old man will rush to the dormitory to trouble you if you skip class?"

"..."

Seeing that the other party ignored him, He Yixin tilted his head slightly, only to realize that the other party didn't even take off his shoes when he was sleeping, and when facing him, the other party was rarely too quiet, and he faintly sensed something was wrong.

Walking quickly to the bed, He Yixin was taken aback after really seeing Yi Su's appearance at this time.

Yi Su's whole body was messed up, his cheeks were red and swollen, and there was even dried dark red blood on his forehead. At this moment, his face was flushed, his eyes were closed, but his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Yi Su, Yi Su, what's wrong with you, Yi Su?"

He Yixin stretched out his hand and pushed him, but found that when he touched the other party, the painful expression on the other party's face made him startled, and immediately withdrew his hand, not daring to touch him again, but just now he stretched out his hand to push him away However, the dark color was slowly smudged out, although the dark color could not be seen clearly on the black clothes, no matter how stupid he was, he knew it was blood.

He Yixin suddenly had a terrible guess in his mind. In order to prove all this, he carefully avoided the opponent's skin and unbuttoned Yi Su's jacket.

Until all the buttons of the jacket were unbuttoned, He Yixin's breathing suddenly stopped when he saw everything in front of him.

I saw Yi Su's slightly undulating upper body covered with bruises, countless large and small wounds all over his body, wounded by heavy objects, cut by sharp objects, burnt by cigarette butts... There was hardly a single piece of wound on his entire upper body Good thing, these wounds are new and old, some of the new wounds are dark and have dried up, and some are bleeding out at this moment, but the old wounds have already scabbed and turned into ugly marks.

What's even more creepy is that at the lower right side of his chest, He Yixin could clearly distinguish with the naked eye that one rib was missing.

At the sunken tail end, a nearly ten centimeter scar that turned into a white scar over time was extremely conspicuous. Obviously, the rib was forcibly amputated from the body.

Moreover, it was still when the other party was very young.

At this moment, all of He Yixin's voices were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter any more.

He knew that rationally, he should send the other party to the hospital, but he silently helped the other party close his clothes.

Walking to the window and pulling the curtains tightly, and completely locking the door of the room, He Yixin turned around and went into the bathroom, poured a basin of warm water, took a towel, and helped the other party clean up the messy body without saying a word.

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'Mom, stop beating, please, stop beating, Xiao Yi will be obedient, and never dare to sneak out again, please. '

In the dark room, the fair little boy was holding his head, trembling, crying and begging, but the woman didn't slow down the movement of waving the wooden stick in her hand.

The woman with disheveled hair was like a madman, clamoring inarticulately: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault, I'll kill you little bastard, I'll kill you little bastard, ah, I'll kill you!" . 'As she shouted like a lunatic, the strength in her hands became stronger and stronger.

The little boy's voice became lower and weaker, and the bright red blood flowed down his mouth and nose, slowly staining the clothes on his chest red.

His eyes were already blurred, he couldn't see anything clearly, and the severe pain all over his body made his instinctive movement of holding his head more and more unbearable, and he collapsed on the ground, like a baby who would die in a second. beast.

Don't dare anymore, Xiao Yi doesn't dare anymore, Mom, please, don't hit me.

It wasn't until the finger-thick wooden stick broke in two that the domestic violence came to an end.

The woman threw away the broken wooden stick in her hand, tore at her already messy dry hair, laughed wildly for a while, and cried loudly for a while, like a lunatic who had collapsed.

Cold, so cold, the unconscious little boy was lying on the concrete floor, the damp breath slowly entered the respiratory tract through weak breathing, the cold air filled in the lung cavity surrounded him, and the flowing blood seemed to slowly The sound froze, and the surrounding sounds seemed to slow down by countless beats.

He thought, is he finally going to die?

The woman in the madness had snot and tears all over her face, her hands and feet trembled slightly, her cloudy eyeballs were filled with a violent red color, she tore her hair as if she was going crazy, and beat her head hard again and again. Hitting against a solid wall.

In an instant, dark red blood flowed down the messy withered hair, but she didn't seem to feel the pain, again and again, when the bright red was dripping all over the ground, making people feel that the brain would burst out in a moment, She suddenly rolled her eyes, and she fell to the ground directly.

At this moment, the woman's whole body convulsed uncontrollably, and with the trembling, dirt mixed with white foam trickled down the corners of her mouth, covering her whole body, making her feel embarrassed and disgusted.

This was the first domestic violence in the little boy's life, and it ended with a woman's drug addiction, and he was only four years old that year.

Some people say that once the devil in your heart is released from the cage, it will be difficult for you to lock it back, because the devil is obsessed with and longs for the hearty feeling when it is released.

There can be no first time for everything, because if there is one, there will be two, and if there are two, there will be three, and then again and again until a habit is formed.

In a dark room, the little boy is a little taller than before. He is seven years old this year, but he has not stepped out of the house for three years. He dare not, every day he can only pass through the cold and rusty anti-theft window, Looking at the sky that has been split into pieces, I feel confused and empty.

There seemed to be guests at home this morning, and my mother seemed very unhappy. He didn't dare to ask, let alone ask to go out to see. As usual, he looked at the sky outside the window with his feet on his feet, his eyes filled with longing.

'Little master, slow down, slow down. '

"Don't follow me, if you follow me again, I'll let Dad fire you," the clear and childish voice came from not far away, and then the little boy heard footsteps coming slowly.

He was very curious, and looked out with his feet on his feet, as if hoping to see the appearance of the people outside. After a while, a boy of the same age and with a delicate appearance exuding a dignified atmosphere slowly approached.

The other party seemed to be very curious about the new environment, looking around, his beautiful eyes full of novelty, the little boy hid behind the window and secretly looked at the expressive person not far away, the more he looked at him, the more he envied him, and the more he looked at him, the more inferior he felt. to go out.

The little boy pursed his lips, as if he was quite disgusted with this place. Just about to turn around, he caught a glimpse of a pair of bright eyes behind the window not far away.

In a blink of an eye, the eyes of the two met in the air.

'Alas? '

The author has something to say:

You read that right, Jin Thigh, oh, no, it should be called Xiao Gong, Xiao Gong in this world needs a wheelchair