Chapter 1750 Being Molested by a Treacherous Man (6)

When the father came back, everyone's face changed, and they hid to study and read books instantly, shaking with fear, because after he came back, he always wanted to check what they were doing. It was not just checking, but picking faults.

One by one, he grabbed them and started to beat and scold them.

In the dream, her father's slap seemed to hit her, making her head buzzing, her lips wet, and when the tip of her tongue touched it, the dry lips were completely cracked, bleeding, and sweet.

The younger sister cried and looked for her mother. The mother came up and said with heartache and sadness, don't hit them, protect them, but was slapped by the father, and scolded and humiliated.

An Mu wanted to open her eyes. She slept very lightly. She knew it was a dream, so she wanted to wake up, but she didn't know why, she just couldn't wake up...!

There were quarrels and scolding in her ears, her head was about to explode, she was afraid, that demon, she wanted to get rid of him, she wanted to work hard, she wanted to work harder, suffer more, and never go back there again.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, burning hot, burning her lips, and flowing salty between her lips and teeth.

An Mu slowly opened her eyes, and a hazy mist appeared in front of her eyes.

She turned over and covered herself tightly with the quilt.

But she couldn't sleep. It must be said that after having that dream just now, her previous fearful mentality seemed to have calmed down a lot.

Because in the depths of her soul, the person she feared the most was still her father.

The person she loved deeply.

The person who brought her a childhood and youth shadow that followed her all her life.

An Mu seemed to be no longer afraid. She had experienced what she feared the most, so what did other people count for?

She got off the ground, suddenly, and pulled the curtains.

It was four o'clock, and at the end of the sky, a little dark blue appeared, and then slowly faded.

The night passed, and dawn was coming quietly.

An Mu was wrapped in pajamas and a blanket. She opened the window and sat on the windowsill of the small attic. She picked up a pack of damp cigarettes that were placed in the cold attic, rubbed the lighter, and the bright red flames flickered.

In this early morning place that had not yet been completely lit, the flickering flames reflected her cheeks red.

Lighted a cigarette.

An Mu thought, she really had nothing to be afraid of. What would happen? She had experienced the most terrifying things. What could that person do? Kill her? ?

An Mu looked at the thin light in the distance, with tears dried in the corners of her eyes. She smiled softly.

Just kill her. She had lived enough, and she was tired of living.

There was no day that she could be herself without worries.

People often say that you should be grateful. Your parents gave birth to you, and you should thank them.

An Mu actually wanted to say, why should you thank them.

If she could, she didn't want to come to this world. Why did she have to come to this world? It was not beautiful. She had never experienced beauty. She lived a bitter and vicissitudes life. It was difficult for people without any capital to turn over.

She only kept a little bit of tuition and living expenses, and sent the rest to her mother.

She was seriously ill, and the man had no money to treat her, or even if he had money, he would not treat her. There was also a younger sister at home, and her brother was killed and his body was lying on the streets in other countries.

It was a pity that he was just a student, he didn't know anything, but——