Traps Of Love - Chapter 911
Beside the lake, Leng Zetian and Bai Xiaoya are sitting in an open space. In front of them is the ragged doll.
The baby’s mushroom hair has fallen into pieces. One of the black buttons used to make eyes is half broken. The other is hanging on her face. After being soaked for a long time, the string seems to break at any time. What’s more, the rusty needles on her body make her scalp numb.
“Don’t think too much. Wait for me here for a while.” Leng Zetian’s coat had been taken off when he was fishing for the puppet in the water. At this time, his sexy and strong upper body was wet. He stood up and was ready to go into the water again to find food.
Bai Xiaoya nodded in silence, the concussion in her heart still couldn’t disperse. She appreciates Leng Zetian for giving her time to think alone. She needs it so much!
Putong –
a circle of water splashed on the surface of the lake. Leng Zetian dived into the center of the lake and disappeared soon.
Bai Xiaoya silently takes back her eyes. She picks up the doll on the ground, walks towards the woods, finds a corner where no one can see, and sits down. An inexplicable sense of ceremony gave her a solemn mood. She took a few deep breaths, and then reached out to touch the needle that had penetrated into the baby’s body.
Sharp, cold needle, quickly pierced a hole in her fingertip, her body suddenly a shudder, temple immediately buzzing pain.
White fingertips slowly exude bright red blood, Bai Xiaoya’s breathing becomes hasty and flustered, everything around seems to be back in an instant, spinning dizzy, Bai Xiaoya has a feeling of falling into a swamp, but this swamp is her long forgotten memory…
“Bai Liusu, stand up! Run again
“Bai Liusu, I can’t stand this injury. What’s the point of your life?”
“Bai Liusu, do you think death can escape training? Death is also divided into death with dignity, and being tortured and humiliated to death! ”
“Bailiusu, if you can’t live, don’t call me mom!”
“Bailiusu, there’s still one breath left. Even if you climb, you have to run for me!”
“Bailiusu, kill it! If it doesn’t die, you die! Those useless kindness you give me away! You are the most pitiful one who has no life to live
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the cold voice without any emotion collides with Bai Xiaoya’s brain again and again, and the picture in her mind is more and more clear. Countless pictures overlap and expand. She can clearly see that in the pouring rain, a skinny little girl is forced to fall from the mud and get up. Her face is so white that there is no blood color. Behind her, a beautiful and elegant woman has the coldest expression on her face, with a crossbow in her hand facing her back! Whenever the little girl moves slowly, or the wrestling pain makes her unable to get up, the woman will cruelly shoot a crossbow at her back, one arrow after another, and the girl’s thin back will soon be stained with blood.
The little girl is dying at the moment, just like a rag doll covered with needles.
“Mom… Please… I’m in pain”
“Mom, help me… Help me…” the little girl fell into a trap, one foot was caught by the hunting clamp, blood dripping!
“You still have three seconds. If you don’t get up, you’ll die below.” The woman approached without expression, raised the crossbow in her hand, facing the little girl’s back without any pity.
The little girl cried, a pair of black eyes is endless despair, she tried to bite the lip until bleeding, with the most powerful will difficult from the trap dragging half leg a little bit out.
She didn’t ask for mercy, because she knew what was meaningless.
Bai Xiaoya is extremely aware that the cold woman with her hair in a bun and long skirt is her mother, Bai Zhuying!
And that little girl, should be her childhood!
The temple is about to explode, and another picture appears in Bai Xiaoya’s mind. In a damp and dark cabin, a little girl is lying on the cold ground all hot, so weak that she has only one last breath. Just then, a gray rabbit and a dagger were thrown in at the same time, followed by the cold voice of the woman, “kill it, or starve yourself!”
Curled up on the ground, the little girl’s tears seem to have dried up. Her eyes are numbly staring at the little rabbit she picked up and raised for half a month. Her heart is extremely cold.
She suddenly understood the real reason why the woman would let her keep the rabbit. It was to let her kill it.
The little girl picked up the cold dagger, her eyes red.
“Natural selection, survival of the fittest. Tassel, one day you’ll thank mom. ” Bai Zhuying was leaning against the wall of the cabin. Her nails were embedded in her palm, and her eyes dropped suddenly. A drop of crystal tears fell quietly on her beautiful face.
Scene by scene, in front of Bai Xiaoya’s eyes, her heart seems to follow the memory of the little girl a little bit stronger.Training, training, endless cruel training, followed by healing and retraining. Bai Xiaoya tightly holds the doll in her hand and suddenly understands why it looks like this. Because this doll is her symbol, and the needle on it was put in by her own hands.
She regarded every failed training as a shame and nailed it on her own doll. She wanted to remind herself that she could not be a weak person despised by her own mother.
As Bai Zhuying said, natural selection, survival of the fittest!
She doesn’t want to die, she wants to live!
“Woman, why are you here?” Leng Zetian’s voice from far to near, he saw Bai Xiaoya sitting alone on the ground, holding a doll from the lake, his face full of tears.
His heart suddenly pulled pain, reached over her shoulder to comfort her.
Bai Xiaoya’s eyes suddenly sharp and cold, almost out of the general conditioned reflex, directly clamped his fingers, almost broke his fingers!
“Woman! You are crazy Leng Zetian took out his hand in time to avoid her attack, and his dark blue eyes were full of concern. Something must have happened, or she wouldn’t look so strange!
Bai Xiaoya is just like waking up from a dream. Then she looks at Leng Zetian in a trance. Her pupils are gradually focused, and suddenly she can’t help choking and rushing into his arms, crying.
The body of the woman in her arms is constantly shaking, and tears are falling down, as if to release all the grief that has been suppressed for half a lifetime.
This time it’s Leng Zetian’s turn to be stunned. He has never seen Bai Xiaoya’s gaffe, and his grief is so hard to restrain that it makes him feel very sad.