Jiaojiao indeed couldnât take it; she never expected that the kind old Madam Yuan in her memory would be such a person.
Over a hundred lives.
All had their hearts removed just to perform a ritual. How could they have done it?
Do these lives mean nothing to them?
Jiaojiao felt very uncomfortable, even a bit nauseous. She got up from the sofa, her steps unsteady as she headed upstairs, with Xiu Xi immediately following her.
Beside them, the Ruanlin family was blaming Ruan Jianguo, scolding him for tuning into this channel.
Ruan Jianguo also felt heartache, but he was equally aggrieved, because the news broadcasts are unified now; no matter which channel you switch to, itâs the news network, and theyâre mostly local channels. The news in the broadcasts is almost the same everywhere, and with such a major case in their province, thereâs no hiding it now.
Jiaojiao went upstairs and crawled into her bed, burrowing under her covers.
The weather had cooled down a bit these days, and after just seeing the news, she felt a chill all over.
She couldnât quite describe her feelings; she just felt like sheâd overlooked something.
Shu Jiao caught up with her all the way, seeing her get into bed and curl up like a caterpillar cocoon, she also took off her shoes and lay beside her.
Jiaojiao naturally snuggled into her arms, fully embraced by Shu Jiao.
âMom,â she called softly.
Yet she didnât hurry to speak further, Shu Jiao stroked her back, lowered her head to look at her, and asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
Jiaojiao lowered her eyelids.
She hid the vulnerability and fear in her eyes at that moment, buried her head in her motherâs chest, and said softly, âMom, can you promise me one thing?â
âTell me.â
âPromise me first,â Jiaojiao gently shook her body, demanding.
âOkay.â Shu Jiao nodded, her heart softening beyond measure.
Jiaojiao bit her lip, and only after a long moment did she speak, âIf I die, you can be sad for a while, but promise Jiaojiao, you must live well, and donât do those bad things, okay?â
âJiaojiaoâ¦â Shu Jiao held her tightly.
She felt like each of her words turned into a sharp sword, piercing her heart with countless wounds, bleeding incessantly.
âMom, youâve promised me, you canât go back on your word.â Hearing Shu Jiaoâs sobs, Jiaojiao deliberately pouted and looked up, blinking her eyes: âYouâve promised, you canât go back on it. After Jiaojiao dies, all of you must live well.â
But just as she said that, as her words fell, her tears began to fall.
Shu Jiao was choked with sobs.
Jiaojiao burrowed her head back into her embrace, her face also streaming with tears.
She didnât want to die either, but what to do when this world couldnât accommodate her?
The mother and daughter cried in each otherâs arms, and afterward, Jiaojiao fell asleep out of exhaustion.
Almost the second she fell asleep, she entered that nightmare.
But unlike before, the eyes that were always foggy and never quite clear became gradually clearer.
And what were those pitch-black eyes but bodies missing hearts, with one side hollow because of it, forming black holes in the darkness, like countless pairs of black eyes!
Jiaojiao awoke from the nightmare, unable to close her eyes again.
The next day happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, and early that morning, the Ruan family received a letter.