Chapter 1554 She Remembered (Part 3)

Because she had been in suffering for too long and had lost her best friend, she didn't want to lose her mother again.

Even if her mother had abandoned her before.

She could forgive.

Because all along, she had been holding tightly to the doll that she didn't want to discard, which was the last and only glimmer of hope in her heart.

She thought of the dream she had had more than once again.

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A warm fireplace, soft candlelight, a father, mother and brother whose appearance could not be seen clearly, a happy little family of four, this was also the best dream she had ever had from the closure of her mind.

She raised her head, clumsily stretched out her scarred little hand, and wiped away her mother's tears.

"Here."

She handed the patched doll in her arms to her mother.

More than a year ago, she handed this puppet to her personally. Maybe they would never meet again, and maybe there would be no chance for redemption and compensation in their lifetime, but who would have thought that after a year, her daughter would still bring this puppet she gave her and appear by her side again.

She kept wiping her tears and shaking her head.

She had cried too much today. The joy, panic, guilt, and heartache of the long-lost reunion were constantly surging in her chest.

"This is yours. It was given to you by your mother. You don't need to give it back to your mother."

She changed her into nice clothes.

Just like before, she dressed up as a beautiful little princess. She said a lot to her. From the afternoon until the sunset, she had been nestling in her mother's arms obediently, her eyes like light blue gems, listening quietly.

Until she raised her head and thought of the vague figure of her father in the dream, she finally asked;

"Mom, where is Dad?"

But just when she asked this question, the expression on her mother's face tightened.

She could see that her mother's face gradually turned pale. She didn't know why her mother suddenly became so panicked. Yes, it was like she finally returned to reality from the tears of the mother-daughter reunion. She hugged her and stood up, and ran quickly towards the door.

"I'm sorry, daughter, I'm sorry, I'm so happy, I shouldn't forget the time..."

"He's coming back soon! Listen to your mother, I'll take you to the basement, you must not make any noise, hide there quietly for one night, and tomorrow, your mother will arrange a new place for you..."

Her mother quickly took out the key and opened the dark door of the basement.

She could clearly hear the panic and nervous heartbeat when she took out the key.

She didn't understand why this happened?

Why did her mother make her hide so scared after mentioning her father?

The basement was pitch black.

She hid her in the corner of a box, grabbed her hand, and said nervously:

"Be obedient, don't make any noise, hold on for another night, and everything will be fine tomorrow. Mom swears to you that this time, Mom will never abandon you again."

She was hidden tightly.

She could hear her mother covering her with blankets, and the creaking sound of her mother's high heels stepping on the stairs quickly.

And the next moment the door was locked.

She heard the sound of the door of the room upstairs being opened, and her mother's happy greeting.

"Dear, are you back?"

It was a heavy footstep, and you could even hear the sound of the crutches hitting the floor.

Is that her father?

The father who had always been in her dreams and whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

In the damp basement, she showed her confused eyes and looked at the long stairs leading to the ground.

"I'm back."

It was a serious, emotionless and slightly hoarse voice.

But I don't know why.

When she heard that voice, she suddenly froze there, her eyes became more confused, as if for a moment, she instinctively felt her own trembling, and many strange and familiar pictures flashed through her mind.

The conversation upstairs continued, the mother was busy asking about his recent situation, and the father said very little, one of his feet seemed to be lame, and the dull sound of the crutches piercing the ground made the floor above her head creak and tremble.

Has she really had a happy life?

She suddenly asked herself this.

In the long time before she hid her heart, did she really have a warm and harmonious family life like in that dream?

She suddenly felt a burst of pain in her head.

She heard the voice of her father above her head again, and her head hurt more severely.

She heard her brother running out, and he seemed to be pointing in the direction of the basement and shouting something. She heard her mother's panicked voice, her brother being pushed down by her mother, and the footsteps and the thumping of the cane that were getting closer and closer.

Thump --

Thump --

That sound was so familiar, so familiar that it seemed to echo throughout her life.

Then he heard the click of the key inserted into the lock. His mother seemed to rush over in panic to stop him, but was pushed to the ground.

Creaking——

The door to the underground was opened.

The long shadow was reflected on the stairs, like some old shadow that would make you feel afraid instinctively.

At that moment.

The images in her mind seemed to become clearer.

It was the same room in the dream, with a warm fireplace and soft sofa. She remembered the tall voice that came in from the rainy night, the pair of eyes full of disgust and viciousness when the lightning broke through the window, and the crutches that fell on her body.

In an instant.

The blanket blocking her was lifted, and she raised her head, staring blankly at the face of her father who appeared in front of her with disgust.

The confusion in her eyes finally dissipated.

When she really saw the face of her "father", she completely remembered all the memories of the closed period.

So that's it.

She never had a happy life.

From the time she could remember, all she could remember was the beatings by the man called father, the scars on her wrists, the scars on her back, the hideous traces of stitches under her hair, all of which were the marks of that hellish period.

It turned out that she did not hide her heart from the beginning, but she chose to forget it and chose not to contact the outside world.

Because as long as you live, you have to endure torture.

There has never been a beautiful family, no happy family of four, those are just her fantasy comforts for herself in the miserable wandering.

Yes.

She remembered.