my husband is a killer

Chapter 410 Revisit 8
Wiping off that layer of tears, she hugged the notebook in her arms, and she searched harder in the room, trying to find more things, wanting to recall more, but there were no more items in the room except for daily necessities. There was nothing of value. She searched upstairs and downstairs, and finally found something new in the storage room.

It was the innermost box, and there were a lot of other sundries piled up on it. It was placed in such a place, even back then, it should have been taken out from time to time. She brushed away the surrounding dust and cobwebs , Gently opened the box, and saw a box full of things inside, suddenly my eyes hurt again!
A box full of toys and children's shoes, socks and clothes, packed in a box, hidden in the innermost part of the storage room, brand new, she gently caressed a doll half the height of a person, sliding her hand on the soft fabric I couldn't help trembling slightly, picked up the doll and turned down, besides toys and underwear, there were also a lot of books, I picked out a few at random, "Maternal and Child Health Care", "[-] Pregnancy Suggestions", "How to be a good father-to-be"... She suddenly couldn't help laughing, but tears came out. She really couldn't imagine what it would be like for that fierce man to read these books obediently. Leaning on the box, embracing these things with both hands, embracing these toys, underwear and pregnancy books, it seemed as if embracing the mood of a pair of parents back then, the mood of anticipation and joy was exactly the same as she had imagined, Let the child come into this world full of love and hope. Although I don't know what happened to her later, it turns out that she really did this, and he did the same!
There is only a small piece of light-emitting glass in the storage room, the sun shines in, and a bright beam of light shines on the old things in the room, and on the woman's watery face lying on the old things in the box, and her With the fine dust billowing silently around her, she lay there blankly, her eyes still motionless, as if she couldn't feel the movement around her, or the movement was too quiet to be noticed.

It was the sound of a feline's thick foot pads gently hopping over the dust.

It wasn't until the soft fur ball curled up at her feet that she suddenly realized it. She was startled, and hurriedly stood up and took a few steps back.

It turned out to be a cat, which came out from nowhere and wanted to shrink at her feet.

It was an old and dirty cat. Its two ears were protruding, but its body was so skinny. It had a lame foot. The fur all over its body was loose. It seemed as if he would fall down at any moment and never stand up again, but those brown eyes were flexible, and under the sunlight, the pupils narrowed into a line, and they fixedly looked at her.

She wondered where the stray cat came from, and made a nest in this empty house. At this moment, she jumped out and startled her. She yelled at it and chased it away, but the old cat didn't run away. Come close to her.

(End of this chapter)