C3 Stab Knife into Heart

As soon as Ling Xueshi returned home, she saw this scene. Her smile stiffened as the bag in her hand fell powerlessly to the ground, emitting an ear-piercing sound. Even so, her relatives still didn't notice its existence. His strong heart seemed to have fallen into a black hole.

This was Ling Xueshi's home, an incompatible home, and they were her closest and most beloved people. But why was it that they were so hostile? Looking at her relatives fighting and quarreling, Ling Xueshi could do nothing about it. Why? Why? He silently asked himself.

Ling Xueshi didn't care about being bullied at school; Ling Xueshi didn't care about the poor family; Ling Xueshi didn't care about the hardships of life; she only cared about her family, her family.

Tears blurred her red and swollen eyes, the sounds of her loved ones quarrelling, and the scenes of fighting were deeply imprinted in Ling Xueshi's heart. Like a knife, they stabbed into her heart bit by bit.

Her long, white, fat hands were clutching her chest, where she was in deep pain. The pain made it hard for Ling Xueshi to breathe. Trying to calm her heart, she comforted herself that she would be fine, that she would be fine, that she would try to pull out the knife. Ling Xueshi had studied hard, and she was first in the exam, first in everything, but why? Her relatives had never noticed her painstaking efforts.

Don't all families want their own children to be good at it? But why? His family didn't care. Seeing someone else's home so happy and happy, Ling Xueshi was really envious of her heartache, finding it laughable and lamentable. She could not help but smile bitterly.

She lowered her body and hugged her legs. It was unknown when she had become like this, but a single tear fell and dripped onto the grass. The grass might have disliked these salty and painful tears, bending its leaves to let them scatter on the ground and soak in the soil.

Maybe it was because he had been crying for too long, and he was tired. The noise made Ling Xueshi's heart turn cold. As she stood up, her vision went black, and all the noises seemed to have stopped. The dizziness made her body sway a little. She closed her eyes and shook her head, slowly regaining control of her nerves.

But now the situation frightened her, and she saw Ling Xueshi's father's rough, yellowing hands around her grandfather's throat. With widened vicious eyes, he stared fixedly at his grandfather's somewhat shriveled and exposed face.

As for his grandfather, he grabbed onto his father's bowl in an unbearable manner, wanting to save his own neck from being tormented. But no matter what, his grandfather's pair of vicious hands seemed to have grown on his father's neck, and no matter what, he couldn't get rid of them. "It was like a lock, fastened there without a key, and could not be opened no matter what." Daddy! Grandpa! You, don't. Fight... It's done! " Ling Xueshi's broken voice was filled with tearful anticipation as she looked at her grandfather, who was in so much pain.

Looking at her father's vicious hand, Ling Xueshido thought, that hand can gently put down, gently treat everything.

However, all of that was merely her wishful thinking. Her vicious hands would not easily fire him, and her hateful heart would not become gentle and kind.

Even as Ling Xueshi tried to persuade him, her face was filled with tears. However, nothing had changed. His malevolent hands were still clutching his throat.

The wriggling Adam's apple was hard to bear. His face, from white to red, finally turned the color of a pig's liver. With his eyes wide open, he saw thorny red streaks of blood and twisted black eyeballs.

Its mouth was wide open, and its tongue was stretched out, as if it couldn't say a thing. An uncomfortable struggle, one hand tightly holding the other's hand, the other fast hammering the other's hand.

Ling Xueshi saw this and felt pain in her heart. He thought too much about how he was the one suffering, and how he thought too much about how he was the one being held.

In the blink of an eye, they turned to look at their loved ones on the other side.

The knife stabbed into Ling Xueshi's heart. The pain made her feel dizzy. She stood still and grabbed the gray clothes on her chest with all her strength.

"Dad. Woo woo … * Daddy. Woo woo … * Let go of Grandpa! Grandfather is in great pain, wuu … " Suddenly, Ling Xueshi rushed forward and threw herself on the cold ground, hugging her father's powerful foot as she begged for mercy. Her tears dripped onto her father's pants and entered.

"Scram." He finally discovered the existence of Ling Xueshi. However, it wasn't the comfort and pity that he imagined. Instead, it was a pretty annoying kick.

"Bam!" The weak body flew in the air and landed heavily on the icy ground.