Chapter 138 It turns out this is also a dream

If love were compared to a piece of cake, would you eat it in one bite or pick it up high until it melts into butter and drips on the ground?

Everyone has a slightly different definition of love, but deep down they all have one thing in common, which is possession.

You cannot tolerate others taking away your cake, nor can you tolerate others leaving saliva on the cake.

If so, maybe this kind of liking has become a kind of illness.

…

The girl is dreaming.

The dream is very confusing.

She felt like she had seen it before in her dream, as if she had experienced it before and it seemed a little different.

In the dream, she is like a puppet on strings, her thoughts are always one step slower than her body.

There was a sudden flicker outside the window, followed by a loud booming sound close at hand, and the rain hit the glass window with all its strength, which could not be described as crisp or dull.

The girl subconsciously looked toward the door, and there was indeed a bloodshot eye in the crack of the door.

But after the next white light flashed, the door was closed tightly.

The next day after school, she bought a fruit knife and hid it in her schoolbag and took it home. The tip of the knife was very sharp.

One evening more than a month later, there would be a lot of blood flowing on the floor of the house.

The girl held the knife and looked at her stepfather, who had his back turned to her and was stabbed dozens of times on the ground, and her mother, who was slumped against the wall as if she had lost her mind.

She realized it later.

This is a dream.

Cross it out.

…

The weather in April was still a bit cool, the dark clouds in the sky were getting denser, and it was going to rain at night. The girl was a little sad because she had no home.

She lowered her head and looked at her feet. One shoe had slipped away, and the sole of her right foot was covered in dust. Fortunately, the road was mostly asphalt, and although the sole of her foot hurt, it was not scratched.

She sighed softly, where would she stay tonight.

"Hey, do you need help?"

The girl thought the voice was so familiar.

She looked up at the hesitant boy and said nothing.

"Are you waiting for someone? It's going to rain heavily."

The young man walked up to her and squatted down.

Yes, it's going to rain heavily. What should I do if it thunders?

"I'll give you the umbrella. Go back early."

The young man left behind a silhouette and a black folding umbrella.

Then he never came back.

In fact, she also left.

Not long after the boy left, a cheap-looking family car parked on the side of the road. After rolling down the window, a middle-aged man wearing glasses sat in the driver's seat.

She got into his car...

wrong.

The young man came back later.

This is a dream.

Cross it out.

…

The warm water slowly flowed down the girl's hair and face. She closed her eyes tightly and could not open them.

Is it really raining heavily?

But why isn’t the rain cold?

She took a step back, wiped the warm water from her face and saw the unfamiliar yet familiar bathroom.

In the mirror, she didn't have a hair on her head, and her long wet hair stuck tightly to her body.

The crescent-white sink in front of the mirror was slightly yellowed, and in the corner on the other side of the mirror was the white bubble skirt she had taken off.

She remembered that the boy later took her home and she was taking a bath now.

There was a sudden knock on the opaque jade sand glass door. The girl quickly turned off the water sprinkler, huddled up and looked at the door slightly nervously.

The bathroom door lock is broken. He only needs to pull the glass door lightly and it will be opened. If he comes in now...

"I left the clothes at the door."

The boy's footsteps gradually moved away, and the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there is no need for her to be nervous, since she has no intention of getting clean when she goes home with him.

The girl turned on the water sprinkler and gently wiped her clean body, feeling as if she was dead.

But he smells pretty good. Since I can't escape today, it's not too bad to give it to him.

After she took a shower, she hid in the bathroom, stretched out her little hand and took in the white shirt hanging at the door.

But the clothes are too big.

She wrapped her hair in a white towel, wrapped herself in a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom.

When the boy went to take a shower, the girl leaned on the sofa and closed her eyes.

If she fell asleep, wouldn't she feel the pain?

She slowly fell asleep, but she didn't seem to be asleep at all.

She was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

I don’t know how long it took, but the bathroom door clicked.

The young man approached, and he stopped there as if looking at her.

After a short meeting, he gently picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

The girl woke up the moment he picked her up, but she didn't resist at all. She had already resigned herself to her fate.

The young man gently put her on the bed, pulled the thin quilt over her and covered her with it.

"Tsk."

She closed her eyes tightly, but she knew that the boy was looking at her body.

The room suddenly became dark, the boy also left the bedroom, and the girl silently opened her eyes.

Is he not touching her because he is afraid that she will be unclean?

After waiting for another half an hour, the young man did not come in.

Thunder suddenly sounded outside the window, and the girl trembled slightly in response. When the continuous lightning stopped lighting up, she sat up from the bed.

She came to the living room and hinted to him to sleep together, but he seemed too sleepy to understand what she meant.

The girl frowned, took off her bath towel, and got into his arms.

He made her unclean.

In the following days, he asked for her every day, and this relationship did not last long.

He was tired of her body, and so was she.

A transaction without emotion is the most unstable. She walked away.

But she still didn't know anything, so she squatted on the roadside.

"Hello, do you need help?"

This time the voice was no longer familiar to her.

She raised her head and saw a strange and wretched face, and the malice in his eyes made her feel chilled.

But it doesn't matter, she's not clean anyway.

She followed him away...

No, no.

That night, lightning flashed outside the window, but he did not touch her.

He hugged her and fell asleep. She smelled his scent and rarely slept peacefully.

This is a dream.
To be continued...