Overwhelming darkness...

There is only the sound of water...

Qi Ye's dark eyes fell in the bright sunlight outside the window. Ye Weilan must have arrived at this time...

She will definitely feel sad when she sees it...

...

The streets of strange cities are blowing by the wind.

A long and dark figure suddenly stopped.

He was in his pocket with both hands, and he looked up and looked in a certain direction in the distance.

This feeling...

What is it?

The phone in his pocket suddenly shook, and he didn't even look at it, so he just pressed it off.

Turning around and walking in the opposite direction, the wind lifted up the black hem of the boy's black starry eyes, a faint and cool thread.

...

After going around, Ye Weilan finally found the place.

She stood at the door, staring at the dark hole in front of her, and the fear of darkness almost crushed her.

She was in this place and lost her son.

So she must come back here.

Even every step she took seemed to step on a thorn.

Perlangodo turned on the flashlight and stopped Ye Weilan from walking inside, "You are here to find clues, not from abuse."

Ye Weilan was led in with a white face.

There was at least the sound of water drops when the place where Qi Ye was closed, but in this dark space, there was nothing but the ultimate darkness.

The quiet underground seemed to be emitting decaying graves, and the heartbeat was amplified countless times.

Perlangodo used a flashlight to escape and looked at the rusty wall on one side.

Ye Weilan walked over woodenly, Subai's hands opened the wall, and the sound was very light, "Many years ago, when I hugged Xiaojiu, I clearly touched the wound on his fingers and his nails were broken. Qi Ye and the others didn't tell me, but I smelled the bloody smell from him..."

Subai's hand waved away the mottled traces little by little, revealing the past buried by time and darkness.

Even after more than ten years, the remaining scarlet red can still see the tragic tragedy at that time.

Ye Weilan's white fingers brushed through the mottled spots little by little, and tears fell one by one.

A moment later, a whimper that was suppressed at the extreme came from the darkness. With a "thump" sound, Ye Weilan knelt down in front of the wall.

She covered her face with her hands, crying heartbrokenly.

If it weren't for her extreme fear and despair, her proud son would never use his head to hit the wall or use his fingertips to grab the wall.

Her little nine...

Have tried suicide...

He is only five years old...

He's still so small...

The Ye family is born with a proud heart. How could they have to die of themselves so that they would not even want their lives...

"Master, why didn't I go to save my son first at that time? I knew he was caught by a bad person and he was in danger. Why did I go to treat another child well at that time..."

"I have a sixth sense of being a human being. I can detect everyone's danger. Why is it that Xiaojiu... I can't feel anything..."

"He was crying, calling mommy, and calling for help in pain. Why didn't I hear it?"

"He doesn't even want his life...what else does he want me, my mother, to do..."

"ah--"

Perlangodo stood at the door, listening to Ye Weilan's heart-wrenching cry. No matter how many explanations were, it could not be changed. The fact that she hurt her son.

Everyone thought that child was strong and cold...

But he ignored the fact that he was only five years old...

A five-year-old child, no matter how talented he is, he cannot bear the sins of this world.
Chapter completed!