Horror: Blind Jiaojiao is pampered by the evil god in various ways

"Thank you, Orange." Jiang Xu heard the voice and thanked softly, then walked into An Xuying's room and closed the door.

Jiang Xu was still worried as he didn’t know whether the two ghosts would come back.

After doing all this, Jiang Xu was a little overwhelmed.

This was the first time he came to An Xuying's room, and he had no idea about its specific layout.

It seems that next time I go to someone else's room, I still need to bring a helper...

"Meow~"

Juzi pulled Jiang Xu's hand and asked him to follow.

With Orange leading the way, Jiang Xu quickly found a...ball of wool.

"Orange, do you want to play with me for a while? You can also take me away." Jiang Xu put his hand in the air, and the clingy little Mi was already rubbing her head against Jiang Xu's hand.

Orange was lying on the ground chewing the ball of wool, while Jiang Xu was exploring the surroundings.

The ball of yarn was placed in the cabinet of the desk. The cabinet had three layers. The first layer seemed to contain some small handicrafts made by An Xuying.

It feels exceptionally delicate just by touching it.

Jiang Xu could even imagine the serious look of young An Xuying lying on the table and weaving handicrafts, perhaps with her still tender hands quickly completing her work.

Without her mother's strict discipline, An Xuying is much freer than An Yihan.

A memory emerged in Jiang Xu's mind.

At the dinner table, An Xuying excitedly presented her newly completed work to her mother.

"Xuying, all you do every day is do these useless things! Can you learn from your brother?" The woman scolded him with annoyance.

"...I'm so sorry, mother." An Xuying lowered her head and tightly grasped her arm.

The father tried to smooth things over, saying, "Well, this is a gift from Xuying to you. Yihan is already good enough, so Xuying doesn't need to feel so much pressure."

An Yihan, who was mentioned, forced a smile, with a hint of fatigue on his young face.

The memory ends.

Jiang Xu didn't know what to feel, and his fingertips gently stroked the gift that An Xuying had not given.

An Yihan has all the attention from his mother but has lost his freedom. His goal since childhood has been to be an excellent heir.

An Xuying has freedom but longs for maternal love. He can only live under the shadow of his brother.

Although my father tried to smooth things over, he was still belittling An Xuying.

In this family environment, An Xuying must be suffering a lot...

The sudden pity made Jiang Xu stunned for a moment, but he quickly put it out of his mind.

An Xuying doesn't need pity. Jiang Xu just feels a little sorry for her. How could she not grow up crooked in such an environment, and finally be killed by her own mother.

No wonder the two brothers don’t have a good relationship.

Similarly, Jiang Xu was also very curious about whether the restrained and patient An Yihan had grown up in a wrong direction.

But if An Xuying is like this, An Yihan probably won't be able to escape...

Jiang Xu collected his thoughts and continued to work on other handicrafts.

The mother tried to teach An Xuying, but unfortunately the latter was impatient and did not look like a qualified successor.

Soon, the mother gave up on An Xuying and focused on guiding An Yihan.

An Xuying was free after being set free. He began to read books about botany and even became obsessed with them.

In several broken memories, An Xuying completed all the handicrafts in the garden.

At home, he was the fourth person who didn't fit in, but in the garden, there were not so many restrictions.

He seemed to have given up the idea of ​​gaining his parents' love. In the last handicraft, An Xuying was just sleeping against a tree with a book in his arms.

The sunlight shone on his face through the gaps in the trees. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face had begun to take on the appearance of his future handsomeness.