Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 1554 She remembered (3)

Chapter 1554 She remembered ([-])

Because she has been in suffering for too long and has lost her best friend, she no longer wants to lose her mother.

Even if her mother once abandoned her.

She can forgive, too.

Because all this time, she held tightly to the doll that she was unwilling to discard, which was the last and only glimmer of hope in her heart.

She thought again of the dream she had had more than once.

A warm fireplace, soft candlelight, her father, mother and brother whose appearance was unclear, a happy little family of four, this was the best dream she had ever had since her mind was closed.

She raised her head, awkwardly stretched out her scarred little hand, and wiped away her mother's tears.

"Give."

She handed the mended doll in her arms to her mother.

More than a year ago, it was she who handed this puppet into her hands. Maybe they would never see each other again, and maybe there would never be another chance for atonement and compensation in this lifetime. But who would have thought that after a year, After that, her daughter still carried the puppet she gave her and was able to appear by her side again.

She kept wiping away tears and shaking her head.

She had cried too much today, and the joy, panic, guilt, and heartache of seeing each other again after a long separation were all surging in her chest.

"This is yours. Mom gave it to you. You don't need to give it back to mom."

She changed her into nice clothes.

Just like before, she dressed up as a beautiful little princess. She talked to her a lot. From the afternoon until the sunset, she snuggled in her mother's arms obediently. Her eyes were like The light blue gem listened quietly.

Until she raised her head and thought of the vague figure of her father in the dream, she finally asked;

"Mom, where's dad?"

But just when she asked this question, the expression on her mother's face became tense.

She could see her mother's face gradually turning pale. She didn't know why her mother suddenly became so panicked. Yes, it was as if she had finally returned from the tears of the mother-daughter reunion. In reality, she suddenly stood up holding her in her arms and ran quickly towards the door.

"I'm sorry, daughter, I'm sorry, I was so happy, I shouldn't have forgotten the time..."

"He's coming back soon! Listen to mom, I'll take you to the basement. You must not make any noise and hide there quietly for a night. Mom will arrange a new place for you tomorrow..."

Her mother quickly and hastily took out the key and opened the dark door of the basement.

She could clearly hear the panic and nervous heartbeat as she took out the key.

She doesn't understand why this is happening?

Why was her mother so frightened that she told her to hide after mentioning her father?

It was pitch dark in the basement.

She hid her in the corner of a box, grabbed her hand, and said nervously:

"Be obedient, don't make a sound, and hold on for one more night. Everything will be fine by tomorrow. Mom swears to you that she will never abandon you this time."

She was well hidden.

She could hear her mother holding those blankets over her body, and the sound of her mother's high heels squeaking rapidly on the stairs.

And that's the next moment the door is locked.

She heard the sound of the door being opened from upstairs and her mother's happy greeting.

"Honey, are you back?"

It was a heavy footsteps, and you could even hear the thud of the crutches on the floor.

Is that the father?

The father who had been in her dreams and couldn't see clearly.

In that damp basement, she revealed her confused eyes, looking at the long stairs leading to the ground.

"I am back."

It was an unsmiling, emotionless, slightly hoarse voice.

But don't know why.

When she heard that voice, she suddenly froze there, and her eyes became even more confused. It was like for a moment, she instinctively felt herself trembling, and many things seemed to flash through her mind. A strange yet familiar picture.

The conversation upstairs was still going on. His mother was busy asking him about his day, while his father said very little. One of his feet seemed to be lame. The floors creaked and trembled.

Did she really have a happy life?

she suddenly asked herself.

In the long past when she hid her heart, did she really have a family life as warm and harmonious as in that dream?

She suddenly felt her first wave of pain.

She heard her father's voice above her head again, and the pain in her head became even more severe.

She heard her brother running out. He seemed to be pointing loudly in the direction of the basement and shouting something. She heard her mother's panicked voice, and heard her brother being pushed down by her mother. And the slow sound of approaching footsteps and the thump of the cane.

thump—

thump—

The voice was so familiar that it seemed to echo throughout her years.

Then he heard the clicking sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole. His mother seemed to be panicking and wanted to rush over to stop him, but was pushed to the ground.

creak-

The door to the underground was opened.

That long shadow is reflected on the stairs, like some old shadow that instinctively makes you feel afraid.

that moment.

The pictures in her mind seemed to become clearer.

It was the same room in that dream, with a warm fireplace and a soft sofa. She thought of the tall voice that walked in from the rainy night, and of the pair of eyes full of disgust and viciousness when lightning struck the window. His eyes, and the crutch that fell on his body.

For an instant.

The blanket covering her body was lifted, and she raised her head, staring blankly at the face of her father who appeared in front of her with disgust.

The confusion in her eyes finally dissipated.

When I really saw the face of my "father", I was completely reminded of all the memories from that period of isolation.

It turns out.

She never had a happy life at all.

From a very young age, all she could remember was the severe beatings from the man named her father, the scars on her wrists, the scars on her back, and the hideous stitched tracks under her hair. It is the mark of those hell-like years.

It turns out that she didn't hide her heart from the beginning, but she actively chose to forget and no longer have contact with the outside world.

Because as long as you live, you have to endure torture.

There was never a beautiful family, no happy family of four. Those were just the comforts she imagined for herself in her miserable wanderings.

Yes.

She remembered.