"So later, I no longer hoped for that little bit of love. In order to fight back all this indifference, I became more naughty than before, skipping classes every day, fighting to pick up girls, and even one year, I was almost killed because of suspected drug use.

Being locked in the police station…”

"Haha... how ridiculous... I'm really better than dying..."

Mo Yichen suddenly sneered, but the laughter was even worse than crying.

"Mo Yichen——"

Seeing Mo Yichen sadly as if he was abandoned by the whole world, Han Xiaotu's eyes also wet, and his heart seemed to be pulled up hard. When he saw him, his eyes suddenly hurt.

Thinking of the dream talk that Mo Yichen said when he was dreaming that night, Han Xiaotu knew that deep in Mo Yichen's heart, he was more blaming himself than anyone else. His sorrow for his sister's death would not be better than his.

There are few parents. And because of the death of his sister, the huge change in his attitude towards him is actually more like an invisible punishment, which has been tormenting him deeply for so many years.

"But sister... she is innocent... she is so good... so good..."

Thinking of the fact that his sister's death was irreversible, Mo Yichen once again fell into unextinguishable pain and his emotions suddenly lost control.

"I know, it's all my fault! It's all my fault! If it weren't for my playfulness and my ignorance, my sister wouldn't have died!"

Mo Yichen cried with remorse, his head lowered and looked so guilty and helpless.

"Why...why wasn't I the one who died that day? Why wasn't I? I'm the one who deserves to die! I'm the one--"

Speaking of the latter, Mo Yichen was already crying.

That was the side that Mo Yichen had never been exposed outside, and always smiled at Mo Yichen, who seemed to have no worries. It turned out that the sadness and pain hidden in his heart were something that no one could predict.

Such pain has been with him since he was so young.

The self-blame for his sister's death, the grief of his parents' resentment, the suspicion of his own existence, all of this entangled him and made him breathless.

"Mo Yichen, this... can't blame you... really can't blame you..." Han Xiaotu couldn't help but stretched out his hand and hugged Mo Yichen tightly. Han Xiaotu felt Mo Yichen's tears.

Her clothes wet, and the warm liquid touched her heart inch by inch.

"I'm sorry... sister, I'm sorry... If I can... I hope the one who died is me... not you... really... sorry... sister..."

Relying in Han Xiaotu's arms, Mo Yichen murmured alone. At this moment, in this small embrace, Mo Yichen released all the fragility he had disguised on his usual occasions, truly revealing all his sadness.

"Mo Yichen... don't want to do this..."

Seeing Mo Yichen's emotions almost collapsed, Han Xiaotu had no idea what to do except crying with him. She just subconsciously stroked Mo Yichen's back one after another, trying to calm him down.

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But Han Xiaotu knew that the gap in Mo Yichen's heart would never be cured.
Chapter completed!