My whole family is the protagonist, and I am the only cannon fodder!

Time passed slowly, bit by bit. Lu Zaozao was already too dull to tell exactly how much time had passed. She gathered some strength, supported herself against the wall in a daze, and stood up from the ground.

Lu Zao Zao pushed the bathroom door open, but it didn't open after a long time. After a few minutes, she realized that the door was not opened by pushing, and she made a mistake. Lu Zao Zao walked out of the bathroom, as if she was in a dream, or just woke up from a dream. In short, every step she took on the ground felt unreal.

It was as if I had turned into a balloon that was floating up into the sky, but because it had lost air, it had to return to the ground again.

Lu Zao Zao moved his heavy legs and walked to the edge of the bed one step at a time. Then, as if all his strength was exhausted, he fell onto the bed.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside. Dusk was all around and the whole world turned into a black furnace, burning old lives.

Lu Zaozao curled up and stretched her fingers and found that her hands seemed to have stopped shaking. In fact, her eyes were not fully open. She felt like there was something heavy pressing on her eyelids. Lu Zaozao raised her hand and rubbed her temple. After about ten seconds, she finally opened her eyes.

But she could only open her eyes; the rest of her body was stiff and there was no way to return to normal.

Lu Zaozao sniffed and her eyes darted around. The next second, she took a breath of cold air - she saw Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao. Lu Zaozao looked around again. Yes, this was her room, and on the wall of the room there was her childish painting.

So why are Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao here?

Lu wanted to get up from the bed early, but she couldn't even complete such a simple action.

Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao walked towards her with no unnecessary expressions on their faces. Their faces were so perfect and delicate that they looked like plaster statues carefully carved by an artist. There was not a single flaw to be found. Not only had the years not left too many flaws on their faces, but they had added a sense of calm and elegant nobility.

These two faces made Lu Zao Zao feel intimidated.

She felt her heartbeat was becoming irregular and disordered, and a very faint sense of panic spread from head to toe, persecuting her nerves and cells bit by bit. Her fingers, which had originally returned to normal, began to tremble again.

"Why are you two here? Why are you in my room?"

Lu Zaozao's question went unanswered. Shen Xingyao had already sat at the head of her bed, holding her hand and looking at her with tears in his eyes. Lu Aotian beside her also looked at her with red eyes. Lu Zaozao was like a dying animal being stared at.

She didn't know whether Lu Zaozao's hands were too cold or Shen Xingyao's palms were too hot, but Lu Zaozao felt as if she was scalded, as if wax was slowly dripping from the candlestick and covering the back of her hand bit by bit.

Really, it was too hot. Lu Zaozao couldn't bear such high temperature. She even felt it was painful for her hand to be held so gently by Shen Xingyao.

Lu Zaozao's doubts were not answered, so she looked at Shen Xingyao's face and asked again, "Why are you two in my room?"

This time there was still no answer. Shen Xingyao suddenly buried her face in her shoulder, hugged her and cried. Her tears were warmer and hotter than the temperature of her palms. They seemed to burn through Lu Zaozao's chest and burn a hole in her heart.

It was pitch black, and when I looked inside, all I saw was flesh and blood.

Lu Zaozao was not feeling heartbroken over Shen Xingyao and Lu Aotian's tears, she just felt really painful. It was Shen Xingyao's handshake, hug, and tears at that moment that brought her such pain. It was the closeness of these two people that caused her pain. They were the murderers.

After a few seconds, Lu Aotian also sat down beside her bed, looking at her with a complex expression of worry, helplessness, and heartache.

Lu Zaozao was really a little scared, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

She felt that the faces of these two people were more disgusting and abominable than ever before, like two devils in human skin.

Before, these two faces were usually expressionless, serious and cold, and would only look at him with indifferent eyes. Occasionally, in dreams, they would grow sharp fangs and sharp claws, and open their bloody mouths to swallow him.

Such Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao fit all their past images.

But Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao in front of him were so close to him, looking at him with such sad and sticky eyes. Lu Zao Zao could smell their fragrance, feel their breathing, and hear their sobs.

They used tears and closeness to cover themselves with a hypocritical shell, and used such loving packaging to deceive Lu Zaozao, just to make Lu Zaozao let down her guard. What they brought to Lu Zaozao was endless harm and unbearable pain.

Lu Zaozao gritted her teeth, pushed Shen Xingyao away with all her strength, and pulled her hand out of Shen Xingyao's hand. The moment she pulled it out, she immediately smelled a rotten and burnt smell.

She looked down and saw that the skin on the back of her hand was covered with blood blisters, bloody and seeping down, staining the clean sheets. A piece of skin peeled off the back of her hand the moment she pulled her palm out, like a piece of wall plaster that had been corroded and fallen off by moisture.

Lu Zao Zao retracted his gaze a little and saw that there was indeed a dark hole burned on his chest. It turned out that it was not an illusion.

Shen Xingyao was still watching her crying, and Lu Aotian was still looking at her with pity and sympathy, but no one saw Lu Zaozao's wound, nor did they care to ask if her wound hurt.

Lu Zaozao's body and mind were on the brink of collapse. Because of disgust and speechlessness, she briefly gained some strength. She sat up from the bed, wishing she could tear the disgusting and hypocritical skins of these two people apart immediately.

See clearly what kind of inhuman and evil heart is hidden inside.

Lu Zao Zao glanced at the erotic painting on the wall, then retracted his gaze and glanced at the two men's faces. "You two are really incomprehensible. Get out of my room right now. Get out."

The two people remained unmoved, immersed in their own fantasy world of unbearable grief and mixed love, acting out a drama that would make anyone who watched it feel heartbroken. They were hypocritical, but completely ignored the thoughts of Lu Zaozao, the person involved, and did not follow Lu Zaozao's wishes.

At this moment, Lu Zaozao had a strong urge to strangle these two people to death. She wanted to burn everything here to ashes with a fire.

Lu Zao Zao didn't want to talk about love or hate, because his feelings for everyone had been gradually worn away by the past years. Love and hate had almost completely dissipated, and what was left from the pile of ashes was only calmness and indifference.

But now, Lu Zao Zao felt that he really wanted to express hatred.

She placed her rotten hands on Shen Xingyao's shoulders and stroked his neck and cheek inch by inch. A thin layer of sticky flesh and bloody smell were scraped onto Shen Xingyao's skin, and the blood stained Shen Xingyao's spotless white collar.

Lu Zaozao sensitively and accurately captured a very subtle look of disdain and disgust on Shen Xingyao's face. Although such affection only flashed across Shen Xingyao's face for half a second, no, just a blink of an eye, Lu Zaozao still saw it.

Shen Xingyao frowned, and Lu Aotian beside him gently stroked Lu Zaozao's angular back. The two of them said almost in unison, "Zaozao, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Zaozao didn't want to answer such a meaningless question at this time. She stroked Shen Xingyao's face with her hand and stared at Lu Aotian's serious face. "Mom and Dad, I've really had enough of living. Please don't bother me anymore, or we will--"

"Let's die together."

Lu Zaozao laughed crazily after she finished speaking. Her somewhat crazy and confused look seemed to scare both Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao. The two of them got up from Lu Zaozao's bed, "Zao Zaozao, what's wrong with you?"

Because of her intense laughter, Lu Zaozhao's tears came out. A gust of cold wind rushed into her chest, but her hands seemed to still retain the unbearable heat from the back of Shen Xingyao's hand. Lu Zaozhao had laughed enough and finally stopped.

She pointed a trembling finger at the wall next to her, "Do you see the painting on the opposite wall?"

Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao looked in the direction of her finger and heard Lu Zaozao say in a cold and stiff voice, "Behind that painting is the blood flowing in my body." After she finished speaking, she retracted her gaze and looked at Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao.

"Why are your two clothes all covered with my flesh and blood?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao lowered their heads at the same time, and saw that their clean and expensive clothes were now covered with blood. The dark smell of blood rushed to their heads, and an undisguised fear and panic appeared on their faces in an instant. Lu Zaozao smiled again.

She laughed somewhat happily.

"I will return all the blood and bones you gave me. Now we are even. Get out now."

The two people seemed to want to say something else, but Lu opened his eyes early, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper that had just been rendered, his eyes were dark, but without any bright light, like two pools of lifeless water, sucking people in like a bottomless black hole.

Lu Aotian held Shen Xingyao's shoulders and said in a deep voice, "You should rest here. Mom and Dad will not disturb you for now. Goodbye."

It was actually possible to tell Lu Zaozao, who was incomplete and bleeding, to have a good rest. This was not much different from saying lightly "Just drink some water" to someone who was trudging through the desert and had no other options.

But at least the door of the room was finally closed, and Lu Zaozao was the only one left in this cage-like house. She breathed a sigh of relief.

The blood in his body slowly drained away, and Lu Zaozao no longer had the strength to support himself, and slowly slid off the edge of the bed.

She felt the bed was very warm, not the burning and painful warmth in Shen Xingyao's palm, but a very strange and comfortable warmth. The bed was covered with Lu Zaozao's blood, and she felt that the blood had turned into a water bed that wrapped around her entire body and mind and protected her from harm.

His eyelids slowly, slowly closed, and Lu had fallen asleep in such a place a long time ago.

Lu Zaozao woke up early. There was still a dull heaviness on her eyelids. The deep fatigue still lingered in her body. Her temples were throbbing. She reached out and rubbed them for about a minute before stopping.

Sitting up from the bed with her arms, Lu Zao Zao moved her extremely dry eyes. She saw the immature and crude but bright spring painting on the wall, but the light was a little dim, and the originally colorful flower now looked very dull.

Lu Zaozao shifted his gaze slightly again. The sky outside had darkened. The last ray of orange-yellow sunset was gradually swallowed up by the inky black. The whole world was about to fall into gloom again. Lu Zaozao sat quietly in such darkness.

She had just dreamt about this scene, and there was almost no difference.

She had no idea whether she was truly awake or had fallen into another dream.

Lu Zaozao looked around, even lingering in the direction of the door for several times, and then let out a breath - whether it was a dream or reality, fortunately, Lu Aotian and Shen Xingyao did not appear in this picture.

That's still within her acceptable range.

The light in the room was a little dim. Lu turned on the bedside lamp early and touched her chest. The heart inside her chest was still beating strongly. She could not touch the bare bones and blood within reach. Her palms touched only a layer of warm skin.

Then she stretched her hands under her eyes. There was no peeling skin or blood blisters on them. Her hands were completely presented in front of her, without any blood or flesh, and without the unpleasant smell of decay and burning.

There were just obvious purple bruises on her fingers - they were caused by her biting herself in the bathroom at noon.

Lu Zaozao can now be sure that this is the real world, her dream is over, and she has woken up.

After a while, Aunt Li came upstairs and knocked on her door. "Good morning, come downstairs for dinner. Do you want me to bring it up for you?"

"No thanks." Lu Zao Zao had slept for too long in the afternoon, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke. "I'll go downstairs to eat."

She sat on the bed for a long time, drank half a cup of warm water to relieve the discomfort and dryness in her throat, then put on her slippers and went downstairs. Aunt Li had already served her soup and rice. "I called you several times at the stairs just now, but you didn't hear me, so I went upstairs to call you."

Lu Zao Zao hummed, "I was sleeping just now, so I didn't hear it. Sorry, Aunt Li."