BLINDED BY LOVE

GREATEST LUCK

After many years, when Sailub recalled the past, many details had become blurred, like looking through a layer of fog, unable to see clearly.

When he was bought by Bono, he was too young, and even though he cried incessantly at first, he gradually forgot that his name wasn’t originally Jo.

But perhaps his remaining memories always reminded him that the two people in front of him were not his biological parents.

As he grew a little older, he distanced himself from Bono and Lisa, not speaking much and not liking to be around them.

Over time, Bono and Lisa also grew impatient, thinking he was an unmanageable troublemaker.

Originally, life was bearable. Although Bono and Lisa were indifferent to him, even making him wear thin clothes in the dead of winter, they could still provide him with shelter and meals, keeping him from being homeless.

But when he was seven years old, something happened that caused a sensation in Wuda Town and directly changed his life.

“When I was seven, Lisa eloped with someone,” Sailub said calmly. “It was a big deal at the time, everyone was talking about it. Bono, originally a jobless thug, relied on his parents’ house and land for a living. He either drank or idled around, all depending on the income from Lisa’s small barber shop. But her elopement not only embarrassed Bono but also deprived the family of its main source of income.”

From that day on, his life took a turn for the worse.

Lisa didn’t like him either. When he had a high fever, she would lock him in the house, and once she suspected him of stealing from the house, she tied his hands and threw him into the yard.

But compared to Bono later on, that was nothing.

Without Lisa, the family suddenly faced difficulties, but with some savings and by renting out their fields, they could still get by.

However, Bono temper got worse and worse, and eventually, it was directed at Sailub.

Sailub lost count of how many beatings he endured.

He was too young at the time. Regardless of what kind of person he would become in the future, facing an adult like Bono as a child was like facing death.

What left the deepest impression on him was perhaps a snowy day when Bono made him kneel on broken beer bottles, cutting his knees into a bloody mess, but the blood froze into scabs in the icy snow.

That’s why he had so many scars on his body.
That’s why he was so sensitive about being touched by others.

Looking back now, he was lucky to survive.

There were several times he thought he would die under Bono’s fists, but he somehow stumbled through.

But Sailub skipped over these details lightly. He said to Pon, “When Bono was drunk, he would occasionally hit me. I was still young and couldn’t fight back, so I always tried to stay away from him. I always thought back then, it would be better if he died.”

Sailub’s voice grew colder, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

In front of Pon, he had always been gentle and restrained, almost without a hint of hostility, more composed than any gentleman with a respectable education.

But now, a hint of coldness appeared on his face, as if he had returned to the winter nights of years past.

He said, “When Bono died, maybe I would have been even more helpless and would have ended up on the streets, but I seemed not to care.”