Ivan woke up in the infirmary with a hanging needle in his left hand and a head teacher sitting by the bed.

The head teacher apologized to her and said, "I'm sorry I didn't stop your father."

Ivan looked at the head teacher with distressed and guilty eyes and couldn't speak.

The head teacher is a woman in her forties. She has a lovely daughter. She studies in this school and has good grades. She is in the top ten of the grade every time. She loves her daughter, Ivan can see it, because the love and satisfaction in her eyes can't deceive people every time she mentions her daughter.

Perhaps it was the first apology in so many years that moved her heart, or perhaps it was the unfaithful maternal love that gave her hope.

She asked her, "what should I do?"

The head teacher said, "the police have taken your father away. Don't be afraid."

Thousands of people in the whole school have witnessed or heard of the absurd violence, and even videos and photos have been posted to the school forum. It is inevitable to alarm the police.

But this is not the answer Ivan wants. She knows that in just a few days, her adoptive father will be sent home and waiting for her is another violence.

She added, "the police can't help me. He'll still hit me when he gets home."

The first time she asked for help from others was the first time she personally peeled away the darkness for so many years in front of others. She was afraid and ashamed, but her eyes could not restrain themselves from blooming expectations and brilliance.

But the head teacher just lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

Ivan stared at her, the star like light in her eyes gradually annihilated, and the familiar cold eroded her from her toes.

A woman can't stop a man in his prime of life. She doesn't blame her. But as a head teacher, Ivan had to blame her. She felt that she said on the podium on the opening day that "all the students in the class are her children, and she can help solve any problems" was bullshit.

Because this is the first time she talked to her. The first sentence is sorry.

Even if Ivan knew her apology was true, she didn't want to forgive her.

She looked at the kind woman. Why, why didn't she even hesitate to refuse her.

She closed her eyes to stop the hot tears from falling.

When the head teacher left, the roommate came to see her with red eyes.

They said the same thing as the head teacher, but also a sorry.

People are always like this, because they dislike a person for trifles that have nothing to do with right and wrong, and they will produce hypocritical guilt because of the tragedy of the other party. It is not bad in the end, but also good enough to make people sick.

On the mind, there is no perfect person in the world. But OK, once there is evil, it is no longer worth forgiving.

"I've never provoked you, but you let me fall to hell. If one day I die, you can't escape the condemnation of your conscience."

She did not shy away from her death, and even thought many times that she would never wake up if she couldn't resist it.

She fantasized about the feeling of death, whether it was like now, hunger, cold and pain.

What a pity.

Why on earth did she suffer such torture? She asked herself more than once, why?

But after thinking about it, I just think God is too vicious. As the adoptive mother said, you can't see her without conscience.

After lying in the infirmary for a day, she continued to go back to the classroom. During this period, her adoptive mother came once, gave her only a slap and left.

The adoptive mother moved so fast that the doctor didn't stop her, but her expression became more and more pitiful.

She pulled the corners of her mouth. Cheap and useless pity was better than indifferent neglect, at least it wouldn't make people feel humble.

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