Then the whip was swung again, and the sound of "slapping" echoed again in the empty living room.
However, the sound soon stopped, leaving only the fearful "woohoo" sound.
Su Qiao hurriedly climbed over the wall and when he arrived, he saw Jiang Meng, the woman, lying on the sofa with her neck being pinched hard by Jiang Yihan. She had begun to roll her eyes.
She rushed over and hugged Jiang Yihan's waist from behind: "Let go, let go quickly, or I will ignore you."
"If you go to jail, I won't wait for you to get out. Then you can be prepared to be single for the rest of your life."
The familiar breath, familiar voice, and threatening words finally woke Jiang Yihan up.
He involuntarily let go of his hand and looked at Su Qiao in panic.
He... He didn't know what happened to him just now, as if he was possessed by a demon.
“You… I…”
Su Qiao glanced at Jiang Meng, who was coughing and crawling away, and hugged his waist, patting his back to comfort him: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."
"It's no big deal. This woman deserves to die. She asked for it. It's not your fault."
"But we can't risk our whole life for someone like this, right?"
The boy buried his head in the crook of her neck. The tears he had been holding back finally slid down his cheeks. He choked with grievance and said, "I... I'm so scared."
In fact, from beginning to end, he was suppressing a fear in his heart.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't believe that he could really escape from this home and from this crazy woman, his mother.
Sometimes he felt that he was actually crazy, and had been crazy for a long time.
Once people who are in endless darkness see a glimmer of light, they will long for light all the time.
Once people who are in an extremely cold environment feel a little warmth, they will be extremely greedy for that warmth.
If someone wants to destroy it, it is equivalent to destroying all his hopes and his entire world.
Compared to Jiang Yihan, Su Qiao is that ray of light and that touch of warmth.
So what he was really afraid of was losing Su Qiao.
Su Qiao suddenly appeared in his world, and her kindness to him came out of nowhere.
This made him uneasy and anxious, and he was even more afraid of losing it suddenly and returning to that cold and gloomy world again.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I will always be with you, always by your side."
Although there was no swordplay or intrigue, Su Qiao felt that the pain and suffering that Jiang Yihan had endured over the years was even more dangerous than any of the swordplay or intrigue.
This is a kind of mental torture, and it comes from the person closest to him, his biological mother.
From a very young age, she began to imprison him through violence, slander, insults, and locking him up in a dark room.
It not only imprisoned his body, but also his heart and his thoughts.
But he is a person, a separate individual.
He has his own thoughts and hobbies. How could he really live like a mindless puppet according to all the wishes of another person
"Will it really be... forever?"
Deep down in his heart, Jiang Yihan couldn't believe that he would be the lucky person.
On the surface, he looks good, studies well, and has a good family background, but in fact he is very lonely, very inferior, and very unconfident.
Su Qiao patted his back lovingly: "Yes."
She pushed him away slightly, raised her head and stared at him with dissatisfaction: "You don't believe me?"