Broken-Winged Angel

The words of my mother made me feel a complicated feeling. I am very sympathetic to how many terrible things I have experienced at a young age, but I am not a god, I cannot forgive what they have done to me.

Teach them to love? How to teach love? I am just a girl who is just 19 years old. I have never experienced the love between men and women. If this does not happen, I might make a boyfriend, talk about the warm love, but...

The wound on the wrist has healed, but left a sly and ugly scar. Every time I saw this scar, there was a strong hatred in my heart, and a strong desire for revenge rose in my heart.

I will not do this stupid thing like suicide. I used to be so close to death, so I firmly wanted to die, but now I regret it. Why should I pay my precious life for the mistakes of others?

I stayed in the hospital for ten days, except that the day after I woke up from a coma, Zhao Yuxuan appeared at my bedside. I didn't see them at other times, but from the luxury list I lived in. The human ward and the hospital dean and the specialists who visited the ward every day in my ward, I know that although they did not appear, they still pay attention to me.

Today is my day of discharge. Yu Ma has already packed some of my clothes. I wanted to leave the hospital myself, but Yu said that someone would pick us up and return to Zhao.

I have no relatives in Taipei, the rented small suite has been rented out, and all the cash on my body is left in the clinic. I have nowhere to go. Hehe~~Zhao’s family is so bleak, but I still have to go back to the magnificent house of Zhao’s house. I laughed at myself.

It’s not the Zhao brothers who came to pick us up, but a middle-aged man who didn’t know. He introduced himself to Zhao’s driver, but from his point of view, I knew he was lying. The only benefit that these experiences have brought me is that I can see through a person more sharply.

The car quickly drove back to Zhao, and I picked up my own things and went back to the room. Yu Ma stayed at the door and talked to the newly-recognized driver.

My room was the same as when I left, and there was no change. Even the "Departure Declaration" that I wrote before leaving home was placed on the bedside. All this made me think that I had made a strange dream. In reality, I have never left the Zhao family.

I lay down and felt the soft feeling of the quilt, and the sleepiness rose again. I always seem to be sleeping, and I am going to become a pig.

I don't know how long I have slept, I seem to feel a warm big hand gently stroking on my cheek and caring for me. who is it? Is it a mother?

"mom……"

I cried softly in the shackles, holding the warm hand on my face and not letting go. I felt it gently rubbing the tears on my face, and there seemed to be a very light sigh in my ear.

When I really woke up from my sleep, there was nothing in my hands. I think I just made a dream?

The knocking on the door sounded, I didn't respond. The only brothers and me who lived here were the ones who belonged to them. They didn't need my permission anywhere in the house.

The knocker waited for a while, and spontaneously and automatically entered my room without receiving a response, but what I expected was that the person who came in was not the Zhao brother, but the mother. Isn't she retired? Isn't she just being asked to come back to take care of the injured me? I have been discharged, why is she still there?

"Miss, you are already awake? The dinner is ready, the young master, they are waiting for you to dine downstairs." Yu Ma smiled into my room.

I don't feel hungry, and I don't want to eat with them, so I didn't move in bed.

"Miss, your body has just recovered, how can you not eat? How can you recover your strength?" She persuaded me, but the tone sounded like a child who was not obedient.

I glanced at her angrily, and got up from the bed, went into the bathroom and cleaned it, then followed her downstairs. In the ten days of getting along in the hospital, I deeply realized the skill of my mother. She is a higher level than Tang Yan’s skill. If she doesn’t do what she wants, she will always read in your ear and know you. Can not stand the vomiting blood to surrender. I don't want to experience this feeling anymore, so I chose to surrender.

In the restaurant, the Zhao brothers sat neatly at the table, but they did not start eating. Zhao Yibo was working on a laptop, and Zhao Yuxuan was reading a document. Seeing my arrival, they quickly picked up the things in front of them and got up and greeted them. Zhao Yibo also helped the gentleman to open the chair for me.

Yu Ma soon started to serve, perhaps because my mouth has been raised, I think her craft is very ordinary, the food is flat and can not afford my appetite.

"Your wound is not completely good, too irritating is not conducive to the healing of the wound, so I specifically let my mother do some light food." Seeing that I have no appetite, Zhao Yibo explained.

But I don't want to take his feelings. I will fall to this point today. They are forced to do so. Now I am coming to the cat to cry and take care of me.

Dinner was spent in silence.

Soon I solved the food in the bowl. I didn't care if they were still eating, rudely stood up and left the restaurant. There is no need to be polite for people like them.

Back in the room, I took a hot bath, put on a comfortable pajamas, and relaxed lying on the big bed.

The door was opened, and the Zhao brothers walked into my room. They were naked and only wore a pair of pajama pants. They climbed onto my bed from left to right.

These two animals! They just refused to let me go! Rather than saying that they love me, it is better to say that they love my body more appropriately.

"I will commit suicide!" I am a cold threat.

"You won't!" Zhao Yibo looked at me sideways, his eyes sharp and sure. They seem to have seen through me.

"Who knows? Maybe we can try." I don't care.

His eyes flashed in anger, but he was suppressed. "We just want to lie here and have a good night's sleep. If you say this again, the next thing we have to do is not just to sleep."

I closed my mouth and I can choose to continue to provoke them, but the end of the game must be to hurt myself. I decided to start changing my strategy.

They leaned over the body, facing me, Zhao Yibo grabbed my shoulder, Zhao Yuxuan wrapped around my waist, so we embraced into a dream, comforting our wounded soul in sleep.