Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 621 I Only Have You (48)

Yun Si patted his shoulder lightly, rubbing his soft and slightly curly hair.

It was probably because Song Zhiqiang's arrival disrupted his usual life, and he seemed to have returned to the appearance of a gentle lamb, hugging her quietly, motionless.

The beautiful eyelashes drooped and trembled, and her fingers were still tightly grasping her clothes.

He became very insecure, and seemed to be afraid that his peaceful life would be broken.

He didn't want to go back to the original dark life, and he didn't want to live in the sound of beatings and scolding that smelled of alcohol.

He would rather not have parents, would rather live alone in the world without relatives, and would not return to those days.

The boy was buried in her arms like a frightened bird, his back almost trembling.

The fear and shadow left over from childhood, like a lingering nightmare, completely flooded into the brain.

Like a shivering little cub, he frantically wanted to hide in her arms.

I can't wait to squeeze the whole thing into her heart, hide it completely, and never come out again.

"Si Si...Si Si..."

He murmured in a low voice, like a fish lying on the ground that was about to die of thirst, as if he couldn't breathe in his throat.

His spirit was tense, and the thread in his mind seemed to be stretched into a straight line.

Probably because he thought of something that frightened him so much, he frantically called her name, as if his spirit was about to be completely torn apart.

During that endless beating, the already desperate man seemed to have healed his wounds, but it was just——

Put all your spiritual sustenance on one person.

He should have been completely closed, self-loathing, and even destroyed, but in the end, he survived like a normal person.

The broken spirit, like a vine, clings to the same person.

Tightly, not for a moment.

If he leaves, his world will start to collapse, and the whole line will collapse.

The boy shook his body, and made a whining sound like a cub.

The slender fingers were bent, and the knuckles were pinched white.

Yun Si focused slightly, hugged him tightly, inserted her fingertips into his hair, rubbed and coaxed him gently,

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't go, never go."

"Brother Song Jing, be good. If you don't want to see Uncle Song, he will disappear from now on. I'll help you block it, okay?"

He sobbed, his eyelashes drooped, and there were still crystal tears on them.

An adult man, when he shed tears, he was still milky and beautiful.

Fair to almost transparent skin, bright red soft lips.

The long arms hugged her waist tightly, like a cat showing its belly aggrieved, and hummed softly.

The previous wound was torn open, making him flustered and panicked.

But as long as his spiritual sustenance is still there, as long as the person who gives him hope is still there, he will not completely collapse.

Even the will to survive can only rely on that one person, and I don't know if this is misfortune or luck.

……

……

Throughout the whole day, Song Jing's spirit was on the verge of being extremely dependent.

He was always clingy to Yunsi, but after this incident, he became more and more like a shadow, following Yunsi all the time, even going to the toilet.

Yun Si was helpless and wanted to say something, but every time she met his eyes and the words came to her lips, she couldn't say anything.

As the psychiatrist once said,
The young Song Jing, after experiencing such years of abuse, is already out of order.

(End of this chapter)