Evil Charm Transfer Student: The Promise of Pulling the School Grass

Chapter 92 The Enchanting Red Lotus

Those past events that have long been forgotten in my memory suddenly and gradually emerged in this violent exercise. I bent down and almost vomited.

High places... I am so happy today, I am so happy that I am a little carried away, I even forgot my fear of heights.

But before I was seven years old, I was not afraid of heights.

As I said before, when I was a child, I was also a happy little princess. It wasn't that no one loved me.

But after the age of seven, everything changed.

I clearly remember that day, when it was pouring rain outside, I hugged my arms tightly and squatted downstairs in our villa. Upstairs, my parents were arguing fiercely, sharply stinging my eardrums.

It hasn't been a day or two since they started arguing, and they don't know when it started. They were so sweet, but suddenly they dislike each other, and they can quarrel over a trivial matter, and even use force.

I have no way to hold them back. Whenever the servants at home see this scene, they will hide away, for fear of getting into trouble.

Recently, my mother often hugged me, crying, and said: "Xiaomo, my father doesn't love me anymore, maybe one day, my mother will leave, you must learn to take care of yourself."

I will never forget that day.

In the torrential rain, their arguing gradually stopped, and everything became quiet. I squatted under the balcony, and the heavy rain was rattling, and from time to time, there were chaotic raindrops dripping on my face and body.

After a while, my whole body was wet.

The big revolving door opened, and my father came out of the house in a huff, and drove away in the car. From upstairs, my mother shouted: "If you leave, you will never see me again!"

Dad ignored her and went out anyway.

Then, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from above my head, which was particularly creepy in the rainy night.

It was the disheartened mother who jumped from the roof of the building. It seemed that she was really hopeless.

That day, my mother was wearing a white dress, and like an angel with folded wings, she fell lightly and landed in front of me.

The blood is as enchanting as hell's red lotus, flowing with the rain in a meandering manner.

(End of this chapter)