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Chapter 47 From Hell (13)

Today is a fine day. Mrs. Smith plans to take the quilts to dry in the yard. She asks Zhao Yutang to help, while the young Eric only needs to bring some pillows.

Maybe it was because he couldn't keep up with his nutrition before, and he was shorter than boys of the same age. Mrs. Smith loved him and couldn't bear to control him.

The clothesline was a bit high, and Zhao Yutang had to raise his arms to hang the quilt on it.

The bright sunlight illuminated her thin figure transparently. Eric stood with the backlight and squinted at her. Her movements of hanging the quilt were very stiff, and blood had already begun to ooze from the clothes on her upper arms.

His dark green pupils dilated instantly, and he held his breath for a moment, almost subconsciously, calling her in a panic.

"Jade!"

At that moment, Eric felt strong heart palpitations, and the fragments of memories were overwhelming, and he saw his mother lying in a pool of blood, and the face with heavy makeup but no blood.

Mrs. Smith was alarmed and startled.

"What's the matter, Eric?"

Zhao Yutang hung up the quilt as if he had never heard of it, "Mrs. Smith, it's time for me to go back to my room and do my homework."

She usually goes to school in the morning these days, and today is a day off.

Mrs. Smith knew that her parents valued her studies, so she nodded, "Okay, I'll send you some fruit later."

Zhao Yutang turned and left, while Mrs. Smith was still gently asking Eric what he wanted to do.

Eric watched Zhao Yutang leave, and she didn't look back once.

He doesn't understand.

Don't understand her, or don't understand yourself?Maybe both.

Mrs. Smith cleaned up the housework and cut a fruit platter. When she turned around, she found Eric following her. She was a little flattered. The child had never been so clingy.

"What's the matter Eric, do you want some fruit?"

Eric held out his hand, "Give it to me."

He took the fruit plate, ran upstairs and knocked on the door.

Mrs. Smith laughed, "It seems that Eric likes Yutang very much."

It took Zhao Yutang a while to open the door. The wound on her upper arm broke free, and she couldn't lift her hand in pain. Fortunately, she couldn't use her left hand to write.

She only opened the door without speaking, and Eric came in after her, "Why are you ignoring me?"

He pursed his lips, "We are a deal, I did nothing wrong, you shouldn't be angry with me."

Zhao Yutang finally looked back at him, "Eric."

She looked cold and didn't smile, "Our deal is over, you give me the cat, I'll hurt you, but the hurt person has the right to be angry, Eric."

"Just like a kitten will scream and scratch you, I will also be angry. This is the consequence you should bear after hurting me."

Eric bit his rosy lips, grabbed his short blond hair, and pointed out, "You did it on purpose."

"If I hurt the cat, you will be angry. If I hurt you, you will still be angry. You lied to me."

She did it on purpose, to punish him on purpose.

Zhao Yutang blinked: "What did I lie to you? Eric, I didn't promise you anything, but you, haven't you already done what you wanted to do? Why aren't you happy? Why do you care about me? You are angry."

These were all questions that puzzled Eric, but instead of answering them, she threw them all at him.

Eric felt a headache, frustrated.

She is so crafty.

(End of this chapter)