My grandma gave me a doll at my full-month birthday party. It was very cute. I love so much. My parents work out of town, and I have been with my grandma since I was a child. She has always been awesome and warm when I am around her. I love that doll as much as I love my grandma.
When I was five years old, it rained and thundered that night, and I was covered in cold sweat. This feeling is bad, depressing and uneasy.
My grandma told me not to open my eyes no matter what. I am obedient, I only listen to my grandma. But I can't sleep. The restlessness made my other senses extremely sensitive. It was so quiet, there was no sound, but it seemed like there was.
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My grandma died, her body was next to my bed, she was sitting in that chair, smiling as usual. Exactly the same...
If it weren't for the dazzling blood.
My tears still fell on her hands.
"Xiao Bei, it's time to start." It doesn't seem so cute anymore.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
