Chapter Fifty-four It's been a long time since I left
In Huairui Castle, Yin Sa had been shutting himself in the laboratory. His hands gently touched everything inside. When he saw the beautiful doll, he walked over and carefully picked up the doll.
, he put his fingers on the doll's face, the same green eyes, the same beautiful face, this was the little boy when he was three years old. He put the doll tightly against his face, cold and without any vitality.
The doll made his heart sting again and again.
"Xiao Guai, brother really misses you," he carefully put the doll aside. Now he wanted to go crazy. Maybe he could see Xiao Guai in this way, but he was not crazy. There was nothing. He
Very calm and quiet. He is more awake than ever. When he is sober, he always knows what he is thinking and doing?
Lying on a bed alone, he hugged the baby in his arms tightly, just like holding the little guy who always made him worried.
Without her, he didn't know if he could sleep again in so many dark nights. He closed his eyes tightly, and his hands clasped together were trembling from time to time. The entire Huairui Castle
Here, from now on, there will be no joy or smile. From the moment that little guy left, this place will always be shrouded in sadness. The sadness that can no longer be shaken off will haunt all of them.
Until all my life,
In a remote island country, the population here is not large. However, it has the richest oil reserves and rare ores in the world. In addition, it is surrounded by the sea. Therefore, the economy of this small country is very poor.
It is unexpectedly developed and is richer than other developed countries.
The rule of this country has always been a continuation of the hereditary rule that has been passed down from a long time ago. There are real kings, princes, and princesses. Of course, there are also real servants, maids, and of course, slaves. This kind of
It can be said that there are no species left in the world.
A pair of red little hands stretched out, and then quickly retracted them. She rubbed her hands from time to time, trying to give herself some warmth.
It was really cold. She leaned against the wall on one side and looked at everything unfamiliar here. She had been here for a long time and had forgotten how long it had been since she left home.
This is a strange country, a strange country, even a place she has never heard of. They don't understand her language, and she doesn't understand them. Therefore, they have no way to communicate at all, as long as she
In this country, then, she is the private property of this country.
No matter who she is, it doesn't matter, because she drifted here along the sea. She is lucky, she is not dead, she is still alive, but now she is no longer everyone's treasure in the past, she is just a humble slave.
No one here listens to her, because they don't understand what she says, and neither does she.
She took a sip of hot air from her palm, and before she knew it, it was already winter. This winter was the coldest winter she had ever lived.
There was a sound of "wuriwala", which she had heard many times. It should be that she was not being lazy and should work quickly, or something like that. Then a whip was struck, and she stepped back and hugged herself tightly.
Her body was hit by the whip on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. She had tasted the taste of this whip many times. It would be very painful, and it would be extremely painful.
She shrank her neck, and then walked out again, picked up the moth cloth on the ground, and wiped everything here. Yes, she was helpless. She was just a slave now, a little slave. She
She can only support herself by working here. She didn't do anything before, but now she has learned everything, learned to take care of herself, learned not to cry, and learned to sleep alone.
She wiped every pillar and every floor here. There were many little slaves like her in this country, and she could only be considered one of them.
It wasn't until the pillars in front of her were wiped clean that she bent down and picked up the basin on the ground. There was half a basin of water in it. As she moved around, the water would splash out from time to time and fall on her hands, letting her
My hands, which were already red, felt a stinging coldness.
She couldn't go back to her sleeping place until she was done with everything. In fact, it was said to be a sleeping place, but it was actually just a warehouse. Because she was from outside and she was young, so everyone was here.
Bullying her is also looking down on her.
Give her the most tiring, painful, and dirty work and ask her to do it. She accepted it all and did it all. Even if her little hands were sometimes so cold that there were several cracks on them, she still
She gritted her teeth and said nothing. All she could do now was keep on doing it without escaping or talking.
She walked to the place where she lived. Although it was a warehouse, there was a quilt inside. It was not thick. It would be very cold at night. She was huddled here alone. Before she was fifteen years old, what kind of suffering did she have?
She has never eaten it. After the age of fifteen, she is no longer a little princess. No one here loves her and no one cares about her. She can only care about herself.
Because she still wants to go home and see her family, her parents, and her brother. Therefore, she can only survive carefully. Only if she survives and has her life, can she return.
Go to her home and meet her relatives.
So, it was just a little hardship, it didn't matter, she wrapped herself with a quilt. The thin quilt couldn't block the cold at night. Sometimes, she often woke up from the cold, but it didn't matter. When she woke up, she
She continued to sleep. She kept rubbing her hands and put her hands on her face. She felt a kind of warmth between her fingers, but her face began to lose its warmth.
"Cold," she shrank again and huddled herself in the corner again. The wind outside was blowing from time to time. She hugged her body tightly and wrapped the quilt tightly.
It seems that only in this way can I feel less scared and less cold.
"Brother, do you believe it? Now Xiaoguai has learned a lot of things. Xiaoguai will take care of himself. Xiaoguai will survive, because your Xiaoguai is the strongest. Without your care, she will definitely