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Hearing this, Xiaoya raised her head, looked at the clay figures I was pointing at, pursed her lips, smiled sweetly at me, and said.

"That was made by my father. It's my treasure."

As she spoke, Xiaoya stood up, walked carefully to a clay figure that looked like an old man, and spoke to me.

"Dad said this is my grandpa."

"Although Xiaoya has never seen her grandfather, her father told Xiaoya that before she was born, her grandfather bought her many toys."

Xiaoya waved her little hands vigorously and gestured in front of me to describe the many toys she was talking about.

"Also, Dad said that Xiaoya's name was also given by Grandpa."

"Grandpa loves Xiaoya very much."

As she spoke, Xiaoya pointed at another clay figure and spoke excitedly.

"This is grandma. Dad said grandma made a lot of clothes for Xiaoya."

"This is uncle."

Xiaoya treated those clay figurines as treasures. She moved them carefully and introduced them to me one by one.

I stared at Xiaoya in front of me in a daze. I could tell that Xiaoya had never seen these people before, but she could say everyone's name.

Those things that we take for granted in our hearts, for Xiaoya, only exist in this small clay figure.

As Xiaoya spoke, her eyes gradually grew dim. She secretly wiped away her tears and turned her back, refusing to let me see her crying face.

"Brother Su..."

Looking at Xiaoya's appearance, my heart softened and I responded softly.

"I'm here."

Xiaoya still had her back to me and spoke in a low voice.

"grandparents……"

"Why don't they come to see Xiaoya?"

"They don't like me."

I couldn't help but sigh, and carefully reached out my hand and gently stroked Xiaoya's little head. After hesitating for a long time, I could only speak softly.

"Of course they love you and want to come and see you."

"They... just fell asleep."

"I'm having a very long dream."

"When this dream ends, you will be able to see them."

When I was about to say something, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. There was obviously a missing position among the people Xiaoya just mentioned.

But this was obviously not the time to ask questions, so I could only suppress the doubts in my heart and concentrate on comforting Xiaoya.

The terrible thing is that I have no experience in comforting others. To be honest, I feel that Tongtong is better at comforting people than I am. I could only clumsily touch Xiaoya’s hair with my hands without saying a word.

Fortunately, Xiaoya is a child after all, and does not need my clumsy comfort. When the fat orange cat walked towards her with yawning, the depressed Xiaoya's attention was diverted by the fat cat.

Xiaoya hugged the fat cat, tickled its whiskers with her fingers, and whispered.

"Xiao Huang, you are not behaving well again."

"Don't you remember the last time you caught a fish and fell into the lake?"

I was listening at the side and couldn't help but become interested, so I asked with some curiosity.

“Are there any fish in this lake?”

Xiaoya's mood has returned to normal. She nodded her head heavily and spoke in a childish voice.

"Yes, but my father and I can't swim."

Xiaoya obviously realized something, her eyes lit up, and she asked me excitedly.

"Brother Su, can you swim?"

I smiled when I heard that, neither denying nor confirming. I'm not very good at swimming, but fortunately I have an immortal body that is not worth mentioning, so I think I can do it.

By the lake, I stretched my arms confidently, made a face at Xiaoya, and said.

"Get ready, we have fish to eat today."

After saying that, I jumped into the lake. Ripples instantly appeared in the emerald green lake. Xiaoya, who was standing on the shore, hugged the fat cat, looking at the lake intently, with some anticipation in her heart.

However, after I dived into the lake, I stopped moving. Xiaoya looked at the quiet lake and waited for a long time, but she didn't see any ripples on the lake again.

In the eerie silence, young Xiaoya finally realized that something was wrong. A hint of fear suddenly appeared between her tender eyes and eyebrows, and she subconsciously wanted to call for her father.

However, at this moment, I suddenly poked my head out from the lake and walked towards the shore, wet.

Seeing this, Xiaoya shouted in surprise.

"Brother Su."

I was holding a fish in my hand, but my eyes were a little dark and complicated. Looking at the innocent Xiaoya, my mind was in a mess, and I asked Xiaoya urgently.

"Xiaoya, where is your mother?"

Yes, yes, when Xiaoya introduced those clay figurines before, she only didn’t mention her mother.

Xiaoya was a little confused when she heard this, but she still answered honestly.

"Mom? She's always here."

As she spoke, Xiaoya slowly raised her hand, pointed at the green lake, and spoke calmly.

"Dad said, that's mom."

Chapter 85: Others Are Hell

"Dad said, that's mom."

Xiaoya's voice was very soft and gentle. It should have been the innocent words of a child, but it made me feel a little creepy. I turned my head to look at the quiet lake, and my eyes twitched slightly. Thinking back to the scene I saw at the bottom of the lake, I suddenly felt a little nauseous.

How much does Xiaoya know about the lake bottom?

My eyes flashed and I asked Xiaoya with an evasive look.

"Xiaoya, has anyone been here before me?"

Upon hearing this, the naive Xiaoya pouted her lips, tried hard to recall, and gently counted her fingers while speaking softly.

"One, two, three... Xiaoya can't remember clearly."

Xiaoya stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly, waved her little hands and said.

"Dad is out on patrol every day, and sometimes he brings people back."

"Dad said those people were lost in the desert."

It was at this moment that I suddenly turned around and looked into the forest behind me. Just now, I felt a gaze falling on me.

In the dense forest, I clearly saw a dark shadow flash by. This was definitely not my illusion.

"Brother Su, your hand is bleeding."

When I turned my head, Xiaoya grabbed my left hand and saw a big cut on it.

I don't care about this wound. Even if I'm not immortal, no one would care about a wound of this extent.

However, Xiaoya held my left hand solemnly, pouted her lips, blew gently on the wound, and muttered to herself.

"It doesn't hurt, it will be blown away by the strong wind."

Hearing this, my heart warmed, but also became more complicated. While the kid was not paying attention, I threw the fish in my right hand back into the lake.

You can't eat anything in this lake.

Xiaoya is a very good child, but... I saw something in the lake. Should I pretend not to see it?

I couldn't find the answer, nor could I make a choice. My mind was in a mess.

After a long time, Xiaoya and I returned to the wooden house.

"Xiaoya!"

When Xiaoya and I just stepped into the wooden house, Song Mingtao, who had been waiting for a long time, called Xiaoya with a serious face.

"Come here and look at what you have done to your clothes!"

Song Mingtao's tone was very stern, but Xiaoya was not afraid at all. She jumped to Song Mingtao's side, hugged him and called out sweetly.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

Song Mingtao, who still wanted to continue playing the role of a strict father, suddenly broke down. The anger between his brows disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of doting. He squatted down, reached out and pinched Xiaoya's face, smiling gently.

"Come on, Dad will cook for you."

As he spoke, Song Mingtao took Xiaoya's hand, and the moment he stood up, we both looked at each other at the same time.

Naturally, nothing could be seen in the momentary eye contact, but it just made people feel a little cold.

Song Mingtao and I turned around at the same time and never looked back. I walked back to the cabin alone.

The first thing I did after returning to the cabin was to move my eyes to the corner behind the door.

Sure enough, there was nothing there, but there should have been a hatchet there.

I gave a dejected smile, climbed onto the bed, and stopped thinking about it, wanting to continue to numb myself.

What should I do? Do it like before, but what about Xiaoya?

The world is never black and white. Bad people may do good things, and good people may do bad things.

I choose to turn a blind eye, but what about those who died?

But should I kill Xiaoya's father and let her lose her only relative?

What a confusing account.

I lay on the bed and looked at my left hand. I saw that the wound on my hand had healed, but I still remember Xiaoya holding my palm and blowing gently.

After hesitating for a long time, I could only let out a long sigh.

I am really not the type to be a good person. My selfishness and helplessness are affecting my thinking.

This time, I chose my selfishness.

As long as Song Mingtao doesn't come to trouble me, I will pretend that I didn't see anything, leave here and never come back.

Thinking of this, I slowly fell asleep and fell into a dream, no longer angry.

Time always passes quickly in a dream. I woke up from my dream around midnight.

The midnight air in the desert was a little cold after all. I opened my eyes and turned my back to the door, as if I had a premonition of something.

Step, step, step.

There was a sound of very light footsteps coming towards me. If it weren't for the silence of midnight, I wouldn't have heard this sound at all.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, clenched my right hand, and a hint of anger finally appeared in my eyes.

Song Mingtao, don’t make any more mistakes!

Naturally, no one could hear my inner voice. The door was gently pushed open, and the footsteps slowly approached and came to my bed.

Song Mingtao stood in front of my bed, expressionless, holding a hatchet in his right hand, raised high, and muttered in a low voice.

"Don't blame me. Who told you to see it?"

After saying that, a hint of cruelty flashed in Song Mingtao's eyes. He held the hatchet in his right hand, pointed it at my neck, and swung it down.

The next moment, the imagined scene of blood splattering did not happen. Song Mingtao's body swayed and he looked ahead in surprise.

I saw that my back was facing him, but my right hand was tightly gripping his wrist, so that the hatchet in his hand could not fall any further.

My eyes were gloomy and I swung my right arm suddenly. Song Mingtao's body instantly flew up and hit the wall in the room.

The hatchet in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he rolled on the ground with a painful look on his face.

My face was gloomy and my fists were clenched. I slowly got up from the bed, walked towards Song Mingtao, suppressed my anger, and asked in a low voice.

"Will you die if you see it?"