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Chapter 616: Seeing My Love, Thinking of the Twilight?
This wish room was personally built by Dean Chi.
This should have been President Chi's dorm room, but President Chi took out the room that was less than 100 square meters as his wish room.
The children who were adopted by the orphanage all had some self-abasement or depression.
They didn't want to communicate with others, they only wanted to suppress their little thoughts in their hearts.
After a child with mild autism committed suicide by jumping off a building, President Chi set up the hut.
The room was simple and crude, with rows and rows of simple metal boxes that were about the size of a child's schoolbag. There was a lock on each of the metal boxes.
Principal Chi would give these metal boxes to those children who had thoughts but did not want to communicate with others. She made the children write their wishes on paper and lock them in iron boxes.
Director Chi also told the children that their loved ones would be in heaven to protect them and see them. And he would reply to them.
At first, the children did not believe it. But ever since their children had received a letter from their loved ones in heaven, they had all believed it.
Actually, Xueluo knew that the replies sent from heaven by his relatives had all been written by Principal Chi and Aunt Kan.
In this world, there was indeed someone like Director Chi who loved no boundaries.
Aunt Kan found Xueluo's key and let him open his own metal chest.
When Xueluo saw the letters in the iron chest, he couldn't stop his tears from rolling down.
Aunt Kan patted Xueluo's back, but didn't say anything comforting about it.
Aunt Kan was dumb. She couldn't speak. Her life slowly passed by in silence. However, what it brought to those children were happiness, and it had a voice and a color.
The envelope was turning yellow. Xueluo took out the letter from inside.
On it was his own childish handwriting.
[...] Last night, Wang Ma cooked my favorite Eastern Slope Meat; I really wanted to eat it, so I couldn't wait to pick it up with my chopsticks … But Xia Yiqi also took a liking to that piece of meat, she couldn't snatch it away from me, so she used her chopsticks and slapped the back of my hand hard … When the meat fell to the ground, my aunt shoved it back into my bowl, saying that I must eat it and not waste it.
I cried, stubbornly refusing to eat meat, and did not eat dinner. At that time, I was thinking: One day, I will definitely marry a rich and powerful Prince Charming and have him bring me back to the Xia Family. I will anger my aunt and her three daughters to death … [Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents]
At that time, he was only ten years old, yet he wanted to marry a rich and powerful Prince Charming?
Seeing her childish words, Xueluo laughed with tears in her eyes. He laughed bitterly.
Next is the reply. Only later on did Xueluo find out that it was Aunt Kan's handwriting.
[My child, you have been wronged. I'm sorry. The meat fell to the ground and was unhygienic. It was right that you didn't eat it. I wish you early to find the Prince Charming who truly loves you! But kill your aunt and her three daughters with your Prince Charming! You can have your Prince Charming cook a delicious piece of East Slope meat and let you eat enough!]
Seeing Aunt Kan's reply, Xueluo's tears fell like rain.
She ran over and hugged Aunt Kan, who was sorting out the iron boxes, and sobbed for a long time.
After a long while, Xueluo finally calmed his sorrowful heart.
Aunt Kan then found the key for Yuan Duoduo's metal box.
It was just as Xueluo had expected: That rosewood box was indeed placed in her heart's desire box by Yuan Duoduo.
What a clever girl. She knew that Aunt Kan would keep watch for them. Those were their memories.
Xueluo took out the rosewood box and slowly opened it. Five years later, the portrait was still intact.
Just as Xueluo was about to lock up Yuan Duoduo's metal chest again, he found a letter in his wooden box.
When he picked it up, Xueluo was attracted by the drawing on the envelope.
It was the head of a man. Xueluo still could not figure out who the man Yuan Duoduo was drawing was.
However, behind this man's portrait was a peacock's tail.
Does this mean that this man is a peacock?
Xueluo had no intention to offend her close friend Yuan Duoduo, but she was just too curious. He couldn't help but take out the letter inside.
[You want me to sleep with you? Beautiful!]
[You want to sleep with me? What a beauty!]
Furthermore, it was repeated several times by Yuan Duoduo.
The following should be Aunt Kan's reply [My family is in love? Great! Love it, my child!]
Why did Xueluo feel that the last sentence was familiar?
However, Xueluo could not remember who that peacock guy was! Because Yuan Duoduo's drawing skills, were just mediocre!
Xueluo folded the letter neatly and placed it back inside Yuan Duoduo's Heart's Wishing Box, then sealed it for her.
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Xueluo did not immediately bring the purple sandalwood box to Hetun.
She knew very well that the Hetun was not the kind of person to suddenly change their minds. It could be said that the Hetun was an absolute paranoia.
Because a woman had betrayed him, and he was going to exterminate her lover's entire family?
Not even sparing a woman's own child?
Heavens! Just what kind of brutal man was Hetun!
The woman he fell in love with, she must never leave him? What sort of laws are these!?
Can't we just get together and leave?
Xueluo carefully opened the portrait left behind by Feng mother once again.
On the drawing paper, a pencil was used to draw the profile of a man. He didn't finish the painting, he only drew the part on the bridge of his nose. His chin was just a simple line.
The most obvious feature of this man was that one of his eyes was as sharp as a falcon's. At the end of his eye, there was a clear line of wrinkles!
Xueluo saw it clearly again: This wrinkle was exactly the same as the scar on Hetun's eye socket.
And as he grew older, the scar at the end of Hetun's eye became more and more obvious.
He was also becoming more and more ancient!
[I heard love.
I believe in love.
Love is a pool of struggling blue algae.
It was like a desolate wind …
Through the veins of my blood loss …
The faith of the Guardian of Time!]
Where was the love he believed in?
Xueluo was still deeply moved when he read the poem again.
After he let out a sigh, Xueluo once again locked his gaze onto the bottom most signature:
[Meet Me? The Twilight]
Seeing my love, thinking day and night?
That's not right! Was there even a need to think?
No matter how much Xueluo narrowed his eyes, he could not make out the word that was covered in blood.
"Oh, mother Feng, what did you actually write? If you feel sorry for your son, please do me a favor. I really don't understand! "
Xueluo couldn't help but mutter to himself.