นักเขียน: Zhao Xibao เครื่องแปลภาษา
Xie Yumian said softly, "when he was very young, I remember that he was still a cute and pretty little boy. But after he could walk and talk, his personality gradually became grumpy and violent, and even cruel. "
Zhao Siqing did not say anything Xie Yumian continued, "later, I was a little afraid of him, so I did not dare to play with him anymore. Until one time, I saw his mother beating him with a belt. He was such a small, pink and white child. He was curled up in a corner covered in blood, but he did not say a word. "
Xie Yumian was a little absent-minded when she brought up that dusty past.
She was only two years older than Huo Jingchen. Because she was his cousin and a girl, even though she looked glamorous on the outside, she actually didn't have much of a say in this family.
When she was young, because Huo Jingchen was born beautiful and his biological mother had a good temper, she always liked to play with this cousin of hers.
However, because Huo Jingchen's father didn't take care of family matters and was used to spending time away from home, Huo Jingchen's biological mother took care of him most of the time.
However, being the eldest grandson of the Huo family meant that his life would not be easy. The children of the other families would bully him in the open and in the dark until he gradually grew up.
As he was able to walk and talk, his personality became more and more violent. On his unusually beautiful face, a pair of dark eyes were always gloomy, making her feel fear for no reason.
He rarely spoke, but he always lost his temper. It was common for him to break things.
She gradually did not dare to look for him anymore.
However, she did not expect to bump into a scene that she still could not forget.
That day was a banquet. Huo Jingchen's father showed up with a young and sexy woman, while Huo Jingchen's mother claimed to be sick and bedridden. Even Huo Jingchen never showed up.
She felt extremely bored at the banquet, so she planned to go back to her room first.
However, she was still young at that time and remembered the wrong way. She somehow ran to Huo Jingchen's building.
She went all the way to the third floor. The corridor was dimly lit, and the lights in the living room were on. She heard a series of curses coming from the living room, so she could not help but hide behind the vase by the railing and watch from afar.
The spacious and luxurious living room was eerily quiet.
Mother Huo, who was usually gentle and kind, was like a madman as she whipped the child on the ground with her belt.
"It's all because of you! It's all because of you, you B * Stard. If it weren't for you, Zhiyuan wouldn't have gone to find another woman. It's all because of you! It's all because of you! " The woman screamed like a madman. Her hair was messy, and her facial features were ferocious.
"What use are you? What use do I have for you? Go to hell, all of YOU GO TO HELL! "
The woman screamed as she whipped the boy on the ground.
She was so scared that her pupils constricted. She gripped the railing tightly, not daring to make a sound.
She had never thought that her usually gentle and kind aunt would be so terrifying. The smell of blood in the air made her tremble in fear.
However, Huo Jingchen, who was covered in blood, only curled up in a corner. He did not make a sound from the beginning to the end. Only a pair of black eyes could be seen on his delicate little face. There was no focus, but there was a sinister look that seemed to have been poisoned.
Later, when she went back, she fell seriously ill.
After she recovered from her illness, she could not help but continue to pay attention to this exceptionally beautiful child. She had watched him over and over again as he had new wounds, old wounds, new wounds, and old wounds.