“Are you crazy? What kind of illness can she have? That’s the belle of Class Six. It’s her first time in a relationship, right?” The boy laughed suggestively and vulgarly.
“What are you thinking?! Of course it’s not an illness in that aspect. It’s the hereditary trait of this woman’s family. She has mental illness!”
That person pushed him and continued, “Why are you in a relationship if you’re sick? Who are you trying to kill?”
Pei Yunge picked up her chopsticks casually, her eyes void of any emotions.
“Is it too noisy?”
Lu Yuansi felt that something was wrong with Pei Yunge.
“No.”
Pei Yunge rested her cheek on her hand lazily. Before her elbow could touch the table, Lu Yuansi stopped her.
Then…
He took a piece of tissue paper and placed it under her elbow before glancing at Pei Yunge with disdain. “It’s oily.”
“…” If you are picky, why are you still here?
Pei Yunge didn’t think too much about it. She remembered what happened that night and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, no one knew what happened at Uther Residence that night.
…
After they returned…
Pei Yunge went upstairs to take a shower first.
Sitting in front of the desk, scenes from her previous life inexplicably appeared in her mind.
One moment, it was that woman’s extremely gentle face.
One moment, that woman was crying and laughing at the same time. Her eyes were dark as she strangled her and asked if she wanted to die with her.
When she was young, she hated this woman called Meng Ying a lot.
Because that woman was faking even her gentleness. As long as that woman went crazy, she could not avoid being covered in injuries.
Occasionally, her head would be smashed and sometimes, the cigarette butt would burn her.
However, every time she woke up the next day and saw that arrogant woman crying guiltily in front of her, she could not help walking towards her and hugging her gently.
But from then on, Pei Yunge knew for the first time that she was a failure.
Meng Ying and that person’s failed marriage.
If it wasn’t for Grandpa and Grandpa’s strong request, she might not have survived either.
However, what Pei Yunge never thought of was that the woman was dead.
The day before her eighteenth birthday.
Meng Ying bought a set of new kitchenware and sent a message to Pei Yunge saying that she wanted to make her a cake for her birthday. However, when Pei Yunge returned home, she saw Meng Ying putting a large amount of drugs into the cake with her own eyes.
However, the next day…
The piece of cake Meng Ying made was thrown to the ground.
On the table was a box of chocolates and a toy bear that Meng Ying had prepared at some point.
But Meng Ying was dead.
There was even a letter left for Pei Yunge on the floor.
…
Before long.
Pei Yunge heard a knock on the door and it pulled her out of her memories.
“Yunyun?”
Pei Yunge’s expression was clear as she turned around. “Mm? Yes?”
The man’s magnetic voice sounded from the bedroom door.
“Let’s go downstairs for dinner.”
After Pei Yunge regained her senses, she walked to the door and opened it.
The moment she looked up, she saw a tall and handsome man standing at the door.
Seeing that he had not left, Pei Yunge asked instinctively, “Brother, what are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for you to go down together.”
Huo Shidu’s careless eyes landed on Pei Yunge before he suddenly reached out and placed the back of his cold and slender fingers on her forehead. “Yunyun, are you not feeling well?”
Pei Yunge looked up at him. “No.”
Huo Shidu felt that the temperature on the little girl’s forehead was normal and did not say anything.
However, he still noticed that Pei Yunge was not herself.
After going downstairs.
Pei Yunge’s expression was calm as she sat down and ate without a word. She did not notice the man’s gaze on her.
