"This is my room." Xia Xiqing tried hard to overcome the cold war. The moment she tried to turn the door handle, a warm and dry palm covered her. Zhou Ziheng's voice was also warm, like a pool of young and soft spring water, slowly flowing over, covering this vulnerable ice layer.

"If you really can't overcome it, it's okay." Zhou Ziheng's thumb gently rubbed against the back of his hand as usual, "I can't bear to leave it."

I was reluctant to see him walk into pain with my own eyes, which was really tormenting for him.

Xia Xiqing took a silent breath and pursed her lips.

"No, I need you." He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Ziheng, "If you are not here, I will never dare to step in. Since you have the courage to let the superposition collapse." He curled the corners of his mouth, "I can do it too."

After saying that, Xia Xiqing opened the door.

It was pitch black inside and nothing could be seen. The deep darkness swallowed everything completely, but those memories swept over like a tsunami, destroying the world.

Xia Xiqing pretended to be calm and turned on the light. The room finally lit up. It was actually an ordinary children's room, with dark blue wallpaper and ceiling, a small desk, and a lonely single bed. The only difference is that the walls were covered with paintings that Xia Xiqing painted when she was a child.

Zhou Ziheng noticed that all his windows and balcony were equipped with iron railings.

It looks like a small prison.

"I remember you asked me during the truth-telling adventure, why are you afraid of the darkness?" Xia Xiqing's voice was very heavy, as if it was a stone gently placed on the lake, falling heavily, silently.

"Since I can remember, I would cry every time they quarrel, which might have affected them, so I was thrown into my little room, locked and turned off the light, allowing me to reflect on myself in the darkness. But at that time I didn't understand anything, and I was just afraid."

He slowly walked to the railing on the balcony, grabbed it and shook it twice, "It's still very strong."

"Another time, guests came to my house. As soon as they had a fight, I kept crying, so naturally I was locked up, but I was so scared, so I ran to the balcony and cried loudly, and the guests seemed to hear it." Xia Xiqing sat on the back with the railing and sat on the ground. "In order to avoid such embarrassing things happening again, they locked the balcony and worked forever."

Zhou Ziheng could hardly imagine how Xia Xiqing spent his childhood in a deformed family.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Xia Xiqing took off his top with one hand, lowered his head and pointed at the old scar on his waist, "You've seen this."

"My mother went crazy at home and told me that it was because of my birth that her life turned into misfortune." Xia Xiqing's eyes suddenly became wet, "It would be great if I didn't exist." He held his hand in a low voice, as if he held a sharp blade and stabbed into his body. "She stabbed in with her own hands, pulled it out, and locked me here."

"She used to hold me and said that I was the only work of art she created in her life. But later she accused me so painfully that I was the culprit of her miserable life and that she had to destroy me."

"But I," Xia Xiqing finally burst into tears, "I just want to be her child."

Zhou Ziheng almost collapsed. He stepped forward and hugged Xia Xiqing tightly. This man was finally integrated with the person who cried silently in his arms. He was also so naked and so painful.

"I was so young at that time, only five years old. Behind the door, I covered my wounds and my hands were covered with blood, and I shouted heart-wrenchingly, and no one came to save me."

"The room was so dark, there was no sound, I was the only one, I was the only one." Xia Xiqing trembled all over, and tears were like beads with broken threads. "I would have liked someone to save me at that time."

I had hoped for love before.

I tried my best to show my bright spots and learned to be a child who would not embarrass them.

But then I realized that what I needed was not the luxury of loving such as luxury.
Chapter completed!