On a moonless night, ten-year-old Qiu Ying curled up against the corner, holding his knees with his hands and burying his face in his arms. Breathing could be heard in the quiet room, and he was so motionless and blended into the dark night.
The next day, someone opened the door, and pale light shone into the empty room. The light moved forward, staining Qiu Ying's ink-colored hair with dazzling light. He remained in the same position as last night, and the man could only see the small body huddled in the corner, and the dazzling black hair.
He walked forward and held Qiu Ying in his hands. Qiu Ying's head was tilted back, her eyes were tightly closed, and her face was pale.
"You child is too precocious," she said to him.
He sneered in his heart, but his face remained calm. It turns out that concealing emotions is such a simple thing. He didn't realize it until now, but it's not too late.
In one night, I experienced the tragedy of my family, and my maturity turned out to be just a moment.
He would never trust anyone again. He looked at the bright eyes around him and shouted in his heart that he would never trust anyone again.
It's just that the years are long and the memory is short. Pain is like the fog that fills the sky in the morning. When the sun appears, everything will dissipate.
At the age of thirteen, he accidentally saved the ten-year-old An Ning. From then on, An Ning became the lock on his heart. There was no key, and the key was An Ning.
For a long time, I only hope that they can stay together.