But at that time, her body was small and weak. At that time, every day when she came home, she had a few wounds on her body but they were hidden by her clothes. 

Therefore, even her grandfather or the housekeeper did not discover it. 


One day, after she finished dinner, she went upstairs to do her homework as usual, her brother quietly blocked her at the stairs, grabbed her, and ran into the bedroom, her brother pulled her school uniform up to her shoulders, she still remembered that at that time she was extremely angry, both embarrassed and angry, she spoke carelessly to her brother. She still remembered that at that time her brother secretly took the first aid kit under the bed, and secretly applied medicine to her, at that time she was still angry, because of embarrassment, because she did not want others to know about her miserable state of being bullied by others, so she teased her brother, telling him not to interfere in other people's business, not to tell her grandfather. 

What did she say at that time? 

 It seemed like: "Bentley, don't think you can win against me, I have the ability to deal with those bullies, you are not allowed to talk about this in front of Grandpa." 


At that time, her brother looked down on her, saying: "Humph, isn't it just a fight and you lost? What's so terrible about it? I often fight too, too why do you think I hid the first aid kit under the bed?" After saying that, he pulled her sleeve, then there was no more excuse, he dragged her out the door, slamming the door shut. 

At that time, she was actually the daughter of the family, but she lacked parental love, and she was very jealous of her brother. Seeing the door closed in front of her, she stomped her feet and shouted: "Bentley, I'm going to be beaten, isn't it just a fight? I can beat those bullies." 


After that, she fought back against those bullies every day, causing her to be injured all over.  For a whole week, her brother had to drag her back to her room to apply medicine. After applying medicine, he kicked her out.

When she finally fought back against those bullies, they called the bully from outside. The bully at that time was just a high school student. The bullies at that time were all students.

 She was stopped by them behind the school's teaching building, thinking that this time she would die, where did her brother come from again, it was the first time she saw her brother fight so fiercely, and as a result, her brother was injured all over, his face was swollen like a pig's face, but he still appeared calm in front of her: "Look, this is what is called fighting."

On the sofa, the woman was a little distracted, the memories of the past that had been forgotten over time, those trivial things, seemed to rush back in an instant.

She still remembered, that when her brother and the seniors were fighting, his mouth was still shouting: "Only I can bully my sister, whoever dares to bully my sister, I will kill that person." She still remembered, her eyes were fierce like a wolf when her brother said this, as if he wanted to bite to death the people he saw right after.

The woman sat upright on the sofa for another 3 hours. Her eyes were empty, there was nothing inside all, but they seemed to penetrate the air, looking at a distant place, as if reminiscing, the corners of her mouth would sometimes smile slightly, sometimes close tightly, as if immersed in her own world, all were not good memories, but in her memories, there were good things that happened.

In the quiet living room, the phone rang quickly, she was startled, and reacting, her eyes immediately became cold and deep. She looked at the screen, it was Milan.

She did not turn off the phone, nor did she answer the call.

Quietly standing up from the sofa, she picked up her bag and walked towards the door.

But suddenly stopped, in front of the door, two pairs of indoor slippers were placed next to each other.

She just stood there, lowered her head, and stared at the slippers, looking for a long time.

Like a stake, she stood upright and silent.

It seemed like a long time had passed, the woman finally moved, slowly, sat down, raised her hand to hold two pairs of slippers, walked into the living room, and threw them into the trash can. She turned back to the table and threw the pair of cups into the trash can.

In the bathroom, toothbrushes, toothbrush cups, and towels, as long as they were paired, were all thrown into the trash can.

 Looking at the pile of trash in the bin, so much that it was about to fall out, the woman stood in front of the bin, her lips pale, revealing a sarcastic smile, no wonder, no wonder he pretended to be stupid.

Look, isn't it taking over her life step by step?

She doesn't know when it started. The things in the house, one by one, are getting more and more, but she doesn't pay attention to them. If she doesn't throw them all away today, perhaps, she won't be able to discover them in this life.

Turn around, no longer reluctant, she walks out.

Ashley stands in front of the big white door, standing still for a long time, finally, she reaches out to open the door.

"I don't eat." On the hospital bed in that room, Bentley's face is haggard. These past few days, he has been living in anxiety. Because of his desire to continue living, he always has to fight against the pain of illness.

But because of the pain, as time passes, he becomes more and more desperate.

 Struggling with illness and despair, he wanted to continue living, to enjoy a decadent life, to return to the carefree days of the past. 

Mrs. Ezra - their mother - cried all day, Bentley didn't want someone to cry beside him all day, so he sighed, recently Mrs. Ezra was also sick, Bentley breathed a sigh of relief, he could finally make the person who cried, and complained in front of him all day leave. 

Only the maid in the house delivered food, Mrs. Ezra hired the best nurse for her beloved son, serving all day, taking turns, taking care of her son. 

Bentley was bored with this room with only four white walls, when he woke up, looking at the scenery outside the window, his eyes were full of vitality before, but now only had a gloomy black color.  The door opened slightly, he thought it was the family's housekeeper delivering food, his body had been treated with medicine and radiation for a long time, his mouth had lost the ability to taste, and everything he ate tasted bitter.

Now, just not hungry enough to feel uncomfortable because of the empty feeling in his stomach, he didn't want to open his mouth to swallow anything.

Because of his weakness, he didn't even want to talk.

Not to mention, someone pushed the door open and entered, he didn't want to turn his head to look.

Bentley leaned on the bed, sadly looking out the window.

Until in front of his bed, was covered by a dark shadow.

He was very weak and didn't want to waste the remaining strength, and his haggard face still revealed a look of disgust.

That's right, disgust, disgust for healthy people who always pretended to care about him. If possible, he wanted to become a person with a healthy body, and then pretend to sympathize with others.

"Go away." Bentley's voice was weak, a little annoyed: "Yes, I'm sick."