"What will happen if you touch the red book?" Su Wan held up her phone to take a picture of the restricted book area. I grabbed her wrist, and my nails almost dug into her flesh. Yesterday, I just touched the spine of the book, and a line of blood words crawled out on the title page: "Lin Qian, your mother is reading."
"What are you afraid of? I'm here!" She pulled her hand away carelessly, and as soon as her fingertips touched the cover of the red book, the entire bookshelf suddenly shook violently.
I shouted subconsciously: "Su Wan didn't touch it!"
"Ding——"
The bookshelf stopped suddenly, and Su Wan's eyes widened: "What did you just say? My hands are clearly——"
I covered her mouth.
I hid this secret for three months: three lies a day, and when you say them, they come true.
But the last time I said, "Mom's secret room accident was man-made," I fainted for half an hour on the spot - it turns out that lies that go against one's true intentions can kill people.
Until the man in a black trench coat on the train knocked on my window: "If you change seats, you will die." There was fire in his eyes, "It's time to break the rules set by your mother."
When I said "You are my mother" to the dormitory aunt, the white hair on her temples suddenly turned into a familiar chestnut color.
