✔️ They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes (MTL )

Chapter 84: deceased

Early the next morning, Zhao Lan sat in the tea restaurant ahead of schedule.

She came a full hour earlier than the appointment and brought all the gifts prepared by her family. She couldn't help but ask her husband, "Will my brother not want to come?"

"No." Mr. took her hand and answered her seriously, "Brother is as brave as you are."

Zhao Lan clenched her husband's hand and carefully tidied up her collar.

She looked out the window, retracted her gaze, and turned the teacup slowly.

She knew that her brother was brave.

The child she took back from the pile of firewood seldom spoke even after waking up. A few days later, she knew that the child was called Huo Miao.

Those people forbid them to remember their own names, they want them to forget everything before, otherwise they will keep hitting them until they can't move.

So they made an appointment, she called her brother "Huo Miao" and Huo Miao called her "Sister".

During those three years, apart from working day and night and being beaten, they kept trying to find a way to escape.

There were not many opportunities to find them. They were closely watched. Once it rained heavily, they took advantage of the opportunity to mow the grass and ran as fast as they could, and almost succeeded.

That time they ran into a field of crops, hiding among the corn stalks, and the sharp blades scraped blood all over their hands and bodies. The rain was terribly heavy, the thunder and lightning were dazzling, the footsteps of those who searched for them were close at hand, and the light of flashlights swept everywhere.

"Sister." The boy squeezed her hand tightly, "I was the one who ran away."

"I ran away, you came to me... just tell them that."

At that time, it was impossible for them to escape, and they had to come up with an explanation to explain, otherwise it would be impossible for the two of them to go back to that level.

"I'm too young to take care of the two of us. You can't be beaten."

The younger brother's voice was low, trembling gently in the raging rainstorm: "If you are fine, we can escape."

"I will live." The younger brother promised her, "Sister, I promise you, I will live."

"I want to live." My brother told her many times, "I have a younger sister, and she will be afraid without a brother."

The younger brother survived every time, and every time he struggled to tell her that the family was looking for him and that he was going to escape and go home.

What happened next was another nightmare. She watched the boy turn around and rush out. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to act according to the agreement, and watched those fists and wooden sticks fall unceremoniously, all hitting her brother.

She watched the child gradually stop moving, and finally couldn't stand it any more... She learned without a teacher how to be a crazy expectant mother who wanted a child with a sick mind.

She went hysterically to fight with those people, snatched the child out of her fists and feet, held him in her arms, kept shaking her dangling, cold hands, shaking her arms and calling for the baby.

At this time, those people were satisfied. What they wanted was such "goods", thinking that she had finally figured it out, put away the guys and left.

A week later, the flame woke up, still lying in bed immobile.