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Chapter 12 Happy Death Day (12)

At night, Lu Youyou finally accepted the fact that Zhao Yutang was the same as her, but because she was too nervous, she kept talking to Zhao Yutang, and when she fell asleep, Zhao Yutang was no longer sleepy.

She went to the living room to get water to drink, and vaguely heard a voice coming from He Hongmei's room.

The door of the room where He Hongmei lived was usually closed, but now there was a crack in the door, trying to lead her to look.

The dim candlelight could be seen through the crack of the door. He Hongmei knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the ground, and muttered, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me, I want to see Xiaobing , please, can you bring Xiaobing to see me?"

She kowtowed vigorously, scarlet blood slid down her forehead, blurring half of her old face, at this moment she was neither stiff nor cold, just a poor old man.

Xin Ran sat high on the altar, staring down at the man's terrifying face with disgust in his eyes, "He's already dead, he can't even be a ghost."

He clenched his lips viciously: "Don't you want him to be buried in peace? He is indeed safe, and he has been reincarnated a long time ago."

He Hongmei's body trembled violently, and she kowtowed continuously, "I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

She didn't want to go through it all over and over, alternately dazed and sober, with each death reminding her of her son.

Her little soldier!
Xin Ran no longer pays attention to this crazy woman, he is more interested in the people outside the door.

"Did you hear it all?"

Zhao Yutang held the water glass and sipped it little by little, "Yeah."

Xin Ran rolled her eyes happily, she really knew, she had already guessed his identity.

Zhao Yutang asked curiously, "How did her son die?"

Still so curious, but Xin Ran is willing to answer her this time, "Suicide,"

He nodded: "It's here."

"how about you?"

Xin Ran looked at her quiet and clear eyes, and his heart felt weak. He enjoyed the feeling of being stared at by her.

He wished he could always be stared at by her with such eyes.

"Killed by her."

He skillfully pretended to be pitiful, his beautiful eyebrows were frowned, as if he was sad, "She thinks it's my fault that I didn't take good care of her son, and she wants to take revenge on me."

Zhao Yutang's voice was very soft: "Then you are very innocent."

Not at all.

Xin Ran was present when He Bing committed suicide. He even helped to bring the knife. He didn't stop him or remedy it. He just watched He Bing end his life coldly and He Hongmei went crazy in pain.

But Xin Ran didn't want to tell Zhao Yutang that she was not his prey but his friend, and he didn't want to scare her away.

When midnight arrived, Xin Ran tore off the calendar representing today, and handed it to Zhao Yutang, "Can I make another thousand paper cranes?"

He never had a birthday, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a birthday.

The one and only birthday had left a bad memory in him, and now he wanted to replace it with a new, good memory.

He wants a thousand paper cranes.

Zhao Yutang didn't reach out to take it, and the calendar fell lightly on the ground, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

She closed the door, and out of the corner of her eye the boy remained motionless.

That night, Zhao Yutang was once again trapped in a nightmare. She couldn't control her legs moving towards the sea. Her ankles, knees, waist, and the salty sea water spread to her chest. She watched helplessly as her mouth and nose were sealed by the sea water. A slice of salty, sore chest.

Xin Ran sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking the crescent moon behind her ear, with gentle eyes.

"Don't struggle."

He wanted to keep her with him, but he didn't want her to be killed by that lunatic He Hongmei.

He chose to do it himself.

(End of this chapter)