Chapter 3, I am guilty

Luo Yihong gazed at his left hand, remaining silent.

I feel very desolate

Everything here feels both strange and familiar to me, as I skillfully walk through the garden, enter the villa, change my shoes, and put down my backpack. Then, almost instinctively, I run towards the refrigerator. Just as I wonder why I am running towards the refrigerator, I take out a can of yogurt from the innermost compartment, specifically choosing the red date flavor.

As I calmed down on the road, I gradually realized that something was amiss

I do not conceal my emotions in the slightest; hatred is simply hatred, and hiding it only inflicts suffering upon myself

Little Tea, I do not intend to push you

I sipped yogurt with a cold expression, snorted at the words, and, unable to bear it any longer, went upstairs into my own room

You have never raised me, so how do you know I am a good child? Get lost! I don't want to eat with you! I will eat by myself!

Awkward? Is this called awkward? This is called enmity! A life-threatening enmity!

Young master, you are lost..." Wu Ma argued anxiously

"Alright, tell Dad, why do you dislike me so much?" His tone was gentle, his eyes fixed on me

Little Tea, I did not do it on purpose

You ... ...

Young Master! Don't lose your mind! Ah Zhong! Ah Zhong! Hurry, the car!" Wu Ma managed to wrest the knife from Luo Yihong's hand, and without paying attention to my foolishness, she ran out shouting frantically

I gritted my teeth, went out, and walked downstairs. He was sitting straight at the dining table, waiting for me, with steam rising from the dishes on the table. I had just finished a cup of yogurt and wasn't very hungry yet, so I sat down opposite him

Not long after sitting in the room, Aunt Wu came to call us for dinner. I had no desire to watch Luo Yihong eat. Just thinking about him made my whole body ache, with a throbbing pain in the back of my head and my vision darkening. I refused to subject myself to such torment. In a fit of pique, I declared, "I won't eat!"

A profound silence enveloped the surroundings: "You have killed someone! You killed your friend! I hate you!"

I do not want anything at all, I hate him

I understand him; he is not such a good-tempered person, and he even has a tendency to hold grudges. Could it be that this originally delicate young master suddenly became great after receiving paternal love? ... He even smiled when his daughter beat him up at the school gate ...

First of all, why is Luo Yihong so young? He looks at most twenty-four or twenty-five. How could he have a daughter as old as mine? Did he have a child in high school?

Luo Yihong's voice finally turned a bit cold: "Xiao Cha, I remember you are a good child, why are you being so disobedient?"

Thinking this way, I actually am not very afraid; if a fight is to happen, then let it be. Can he really kill me again?

I shouted out

In that moment, Luo Yihong's face was devoid of any color.

You, you have killed someone

How is it that a person who has killed someone can still live so brightly and even have children in advance? How has this scoundrel not been struck dead by lightning!

I absolutely do not want to eat with him! No, no!

If heaven allows me to live again, I can understand that it is showing me mercy. But what does it mean for me to be reborn as your daughter? Is it to make me live another life filled with resentment and bitterness? Is this not a punishment for me? I only lived for sixteen years in my previous life; what heinous acts could I have committed that would make heaven unable to tolerate me? Is it wrong for me to enjoy sitting by the river?

It has been such a long time since the young master returned; he should not be going out now.

What should I do to free myself and, by extension, free you as well

"You are not wrong," Luo Yihong said flatly, his lips trembling. "Xiao Cha, you are not wrong; Dad has killed someone."

Or should I say, I will be doomed as soon as I get home

After saying this, he suddenly froze, his eyes gazing through me as if looking at something unknown, repeatedly murmuring: "Xiao Cha, I am sorry, I did not mean to."

Hearing his voice infuriates me, and I grab a pillow and throw it at the door, shouting: "Get lost!" I am hysterical

I was dumbfounded, watching him torturing his left hand in a self-destructive manner. The crisscrossed scars on his left hand resembled a spider's web.

The living room was empty, and I fell to the floor.

"Come on, Xiao Cha, you need to learn at least some respect!" His footsteps faded away

"No matter what, it was I who pushed her down." Luo Yihong's left hand trembled violently, and I felt a sharp pain in my back once again, my head spinning.

"Little Tea!" Wu Ma's expression changed dramatically as she walked over to cover my mouth, "How can you say such things about your father?"

In the end, Luo Yihong's tolerance towards me is quite strange

Thinking of this, I find it quite incomprehensible. I have already paid the price of my life (though not intentionally), yet I still cannot prevent them from misbehaving in high school? They have even formed a bond!

"Xiao Cha, I am guilty..." His hands trembled more and more violently, repeating "Xiao Cha, Xiao Cha..." I felt as if he were speaking to me, to Zhong Xiao Cha, and through the repeated mention of "Xiao Cha," it seemed as though I, Zhong Xiao Cha, was standing right in front of him

I feel a chill, the body's instinct is still there, it seems as if my soul has possessed me

Luo Yihong was on the verge of collapse after repeatedly sipping his tea. He reached into his suit pocket and took out a Swiss Army knife card. Wu Ma's expression changed dramatically; she shouted in alarm and rushed over. By that time, Luo Yihong had already pulled out the small knife. With a grim smile, he plunged it into his left hand, withdrew it, and stabbed again.

I tremble slightly, watching his left hand tapping on the table. I am reminded of how his left hand was slightly open before his death, and I cannot see his expression, only remember those hands, the dark hands against the light.

I know you acted in error, but I have paid the price of my life for it. I cannot accuse you of murder, as that would be unfair to you. However, to whom can I voice my grievances?

Uncle Zhong was quite conflicted all the way. He was not good at speaking and could only clumsily say things like, "The young master cares for me very much. He thinks of me first when he has good things abroad, and he is very concerned about my situation. He even said that he would come to pick me up for school in the future"

Aunt Wu, with a look of indulgence, asked me various questions from behind. Luo Yihong and Uncle Zhong, who had parked the car, came in from outside. Upon seeing Luo Yihong, Aunt Wu was very pleased. She stepped forward to help him with his suit and instructed several temporarily hired helpers to fetch the luggage

I dodged away, looking at him with a sense of righteousness and even a hint of satisfaction: "Did I say something wrong?!"

Little Tea, I did not do it on purpose

This reminds me of Lin Yan, could it be that I was born by her? Then, for various reasons, I took my mother's surname?

After a moment of silence outside, Luo Yihong said softly, "Xiao Cha, why do you dislike Dad so much? Can you talk to Dad about it?"

The farce after school ended under Uncle Zhong's repeated explanations that Luo Yihong was not a human trafficker. I would rather die than get into Luo Yihong's car, preferring instead to ride in Uncle Zhong's old luxury car. Luo Yihong had no choice but to follow behind as the two cars made their way home.

But Xiaocha, Dad didn't mean to. He said softly, his lips pale

Upon arriving home, Uncle Zhong had not yet exited the vehicle. Luo Yihong, who had already parked in front, hurriedly got out to open the door for me. He extended his hand towards me from outside the car. I cast him a cold glance, turned around, and got out from the other side, then walked past him with my head held high into the house

Aunt Wu earnestly advised me, but I stubbornly refused to come out. Later, I heard that Luo Yihong had also come up. He persuaded Aunt Wu to step aside and knocked on the door: "Xiao Cha, can Dad come in?"

Aunt Wu knocked on the door from outside: "Oh, little ancestor, why are you getting angry for no reason? Today's dishes are all your favorites. It's your father's first day having a meal with you; please don't make him sad, alright?"

While going up the stairs, I heard Wu Ma curiously ask me what was causing the awkwardness. Luo Yihong remained silent, while Uncle Zhong stammered.

Uncle Zhong's voice sounded from outside, and Aunt Wu was going to take Luo Yihong out. As he stepped out the door, he suddenly turned back to me and said: "Xiao Cha, eat well, Dad won't bother you anymore in the future"

Luo Yihong nodded: "Going abroad is unlikely now, but I still need to go on business trips. Unfortunately, I can't return early; otherwise, I could take Xiao Cha to other places to have some fun during the summer vacation"

Who told me ... ...

Secondly, why is my surname Lin instead of Luo

Small ... ...

I pressed my lips tightly together, feeling very cold inside

The gaze is so gentle, carrying an almost humble sincerity