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

He clicked on the location sent by Xie Huinian and looked at the distance carefully. The two were not too far apart. Lu tiptoed and held Deng Deng in his arms for fear of waking him up. He put the phone in his other pocket, then opened the door and prepared to go find him.

The whole manor villa was very large, and Lu Zao Zao was not familiar with it. He had basically stayed in a corner during the few times he had been here. But he was able to find the way by relying on his positioning and his sense of direction. He walked around a large garden and an empty atrium, stepped onto the wooden stairs, and walked to each room according to the room number.

This place seemed even more secluded. There was the smell of cold wind blowing in the corridor and the sound of insects buzzing all around. On the wall hung warm light yellow wall lamps, making everything seem a little dim, as if trapped in a deep and peaceful night.

But the scenery was great. Far away from the extravagance and noise in the banquet hall, it was surrounded by lush trees. The flowers in the garden were well-growthed, colorful and fragrant. Because it was so quiet, you could hear the clear sound of a stream flowing in the distance, like the sound of pearls scattered on the ground.

Deng Deng was sleeping soundly, with his head tucked into her arms. His hot body made most of Lu Zaozhao's arm warm.

As Lu Zaozao walked forward while looking at the scenery outside the corridor window, he suddenly heard the voices of a man and a woman coming from a room. Lu Zaozao had no intention of eavesdropping, nor the habit of prying into other people's thoughts, so he prepared to speed up and walk over.

The voices were very low. When Lu Zao Zao just walked a little past the door, she realized that the voices were familiar. It was Shen Huaijin and Shen Xiyan. The content of their conversation was blocked by the wall and door, and it came over vaguely and intermittently. Lu Zao Zao just stood there.

Although no names were mentioned, Lu Zao Zao was sensitive and clear enough to know that what the two of them were discussing was about him, or at least an important part of it was about him.

Lu Zaozao heard them talk about "nightmare", "death", "deserted and abandoned land", and the very soothing and peaceful music from last time. The fragmented words, along with the wind from the corridor, poured into Lu Zaozao's ears. Perhaps it was because the air conditioning here was too low, Lu Zaozao felt that every inch of her skin was a little cold.

Not understanding why these words were associated with him, and sounding particularly heavy, as if weighing down on the two of them like millions of thunders, Lu leaned against the wall early, his brows furrowed, a look of deep confusion between his eyes.

How many things had she not figured out or had been forgotten?

Does everyone in this family have something to do with her in some way?

Do everyone know about each other's affairs or only the parties involved know?

Everything was like a dull, rusty knife, cutting Lu Zao's flesh slowly and repeatedly. She felt a severe headache, her body grew colder, and acid was flowing back and forth in her stomach, as if it was corroding her entire esophagus. She was forced to shed tears due to physiological reasons.

The whole person seemed to be unable to hold on and slowly slid down the wall, hunched over and squatted on the ground.

Tong was startled awake from her arms, but was very well behaved and didn't make any sound. He just curled up in her arms again, climbed onto her arm, and rubbed the back of her hand with his soft and warm head.

The strong discomfort in her body drove her to flee from this place, making those conversations farther and farther away from her, as if she only had a pair of legs that could barely move forward. Lu Zao Zao began to feel dizzy, and the sounds she could hear became fainter and fainter, and finally sounded like a few imaginary syllables.

It was precisely because of this violent reaction of the body that Lu Zaozao was more certain of one thing: the content of their conversation must be closely related to herself and was a part of her existence.

Lu Zaozao moved his fingers and slowly reached into his pocket. Fortunately, this habit has always existed and has not changed no matter when or where. When he touched the very sharp blade, Lu Zaozao started the inevitable action again.

Then she finally heard clearly what Shen Xi said, which was faintly filled with deep pain, resentment, and collapse, because Lu could already distinguish the crying sound in her voice.

"I can't help but hate her, but I can't help but hate myself either."

Then the two of them stopped talking. In the silence, they probably just looked at each other without saying a word.

Afraid that the two men would come out soon, Lu Zaozao slowly stood up with the help of the wall, and wiped the few drops of blood that had dripped onto the floor. Then, holding Deng Deng in her arms and dragging her injured wrist, she walked downstairs step by step and stood in a corner.

The window at the end of the corridor was not closed, and the night breeze from the lake blew in with a cool breeze, blowing her hair in front of her forehead, revealing a pair of dark and deep eyes. Lu Zao Zao's pupils were dilated, and blood flowed from the palm of her hand to her fingertips, and then slowly dripped onto the floor.

Wait waited and crouched at her feet, not understanding what was happening. He was very quiet. When he saw a few drops of crimson blood, he tilted his neck back and called out weakly once or twice.

He stood there for three minutes before slowly coming to his senses. He heard footsteps behind him and turned his head stiffly to look.

Lin Zhao frowned and looked at her, "What are you doing?"

Lu Zao Zao shook his head and sighed tiredly, "Nothing, wake up."

As expected, there was a sneer. "This is the first time I see someone sober enough to use this method. I think he is crazy."

"more or less."

Lu Zao Zao coughed lightly, the pain in her wrist slowly rising at this moment. She walked closer to Lin Zhao. Because of her unconsciousness and pain, her tone was light and light, "Let's just keep it a secret between you and me. Please keep it a secret for me."

"I don't have the habit of keeping secrets for others."

"Whatever."

She looked very uncomfortable and painful, because Lu Zaozao's whole face was pale and sweat was coming out of her forehead, wetting a strand of hair in front of her forehead, revealing a little delicate eyebrows.

The entire palm of his hand was covered with a layer of sticky blood, and the wound was most likely not shallow, but Lu Zaozao only frowned slightly occasionally, and other than that, he did not have any other expressions. His whole face was dull, like a pool of stagnant water, without a single ripple, and it seemed that he had become accustomed to such pain.

It was the first time that Lin Zhao saw Lu Zaozao's face so cold and expressionless. She stared at him for several seconds, and finally couldn't help laughing sarcastically, with a hint of sadness at the same time.

"How did the Lu family raise you to be like this?"