No one taught him how to be a child; no one taught him how to be someone else's son.

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An Zimo was worried and couldn't sleep all night.

Unable to fall asleep, he tiptoed to Anxiang's bedroom with the help of a wall lamp, stood beside her bed and stared at her deeply.

Perhaps because of her cruel personality, her mother in her previous life also looked ferocious and mean. That face was an indelible nightmare for An Zimo.

He stretched out his little hand to brush away the hair covering An Xiang's face, and looked at it carefully with his eyes.

Familiar, yet strange.

Strange, yet familiar.

They obviously have the same face, but they have gentle eyebrows and eyes like moonlight.

"...Momo?"

An Xiang was finally awakened. He opened his eyes in a daze and fumbled for the desk lamp button. The light poured in, making An Xiang's eyes feel a little irritated.

"Don't you dare to sleep alone?" An Xiang yawned and carried An Zimo to the bed, asking in a hoarse voice, "Are you still not used to sleeping in bed?"

An Zimo said truthfully: "I'm not used to it."

I guess I slept in the coffin for too long. The bed was not comfortable at all, too soft, too wide, and had too much space.

"Then you sleep with mom." An wanted to hug her son, "Do you need to sing a lullaby?"

An Zimo pondered for a moment and was about to refuse when he heard even breathing coming from above his head.

——She fell asleep so quickly.

Looking at the gentle face in front of him, An Zimo had mixed thoughts.

He could no longer empathize with this face, nor could he abandon his past life and live peacefully with it. Even if he knew that the mother in front of him was no longer the person who hurt him in his previous life, he could not pretend that nothing had happened.

happened before.

He is so bad, so bad.

When she learns about her shortcomings in the future, she will probably make the same choice.

No one is willing to accept as a son a freak who has lost emotions, cannot feel pain, and cannot please adults.

An Zimo took off his arm and left the room again with his bare feet.

He hid himself in a completely closed closet, and the narrow space made him feel extremely safe.

He curled up into a ball, put his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.
Chapter completed!