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Coco said: "Wood, you can cry, it will be better if you cry."

Wood didn't cry, she looked at Coco with a confused expression, her eyes were blank.

"Didn't you say that the success rate of bypass surgery is very high, and she is about to be discharged? Didn't you say that the doctor will take good care of her, so I don't have to worry?" Wood's questioning seemed to be dreaming, and she covered her eyes with her hands, like Small animals afraid of light.

Coco walked over and lowered the curtains. The magnificent sunset glow in the sky was so beautiful that she didn't dare to look at it.

"I'm sorry...Wood, it's my fault...I'm sorry..."

The truth is too cruel, Coco can't say it, she would rather take all the mistakes on her body, and don't care about being scolded, hated, resented, beaten...as long as it can relieve her pain.

"Yes, it's your fault..." Wood murmured, "It's all your fault... I shouldn't just make promises to God... why is it my sister... why is it her..."

Coco didn't understand what Wood was talking about, all she knew was that Wood exuded an icy aura that repelled people thousands of miles away, and clear tears flowed from under the palm that blocked his eyes, and slid down his thin chin along his cheeks.

Wood asked in a hoarse voice, "Why is it my sister..."

Coco choked up and said, "I'm sorry..."

The dim light in the room disappeared little by little as the sun went down, and was finally filled with night.

Coco wiped away tears, stood up and said, "I'll cook for you."

Wood didn't answer, only her low sobs could be heard in the darkness.

Neither of them had breakfast or lunch, their stomachs were empty and uncomfortable, but they had no appetite.

Coco cooked some rice porridge and fried two light side dishes. She has been studying the recipes these days, and her cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

"Wood, would you like some porridge?" Coco has never seen that sunny and smiling girl so vulnerable and sad like now, and the pain in her heart hits like a knife.

There were no tears in Wood's eyes, and he looked up at her blankly, without saying a word.

"Eat a little bit, or your body won't be able to bear it." Seeing Wood's sleepwalking appearance, knowing that she would never take the initiative to eat, Coco picked up the porcelain bowl, walked over to her and sat down, spooning a spoonful of hot water. The porridge was brought to her mouth.

Wood turned away and looked at her coldly.

"Wood..." Coco bit her lower lip, her hand holding the spoon trembled slightly.

"Why did you lie to me?" Wood's tone was indifferent, with questioning and accusation, "Why did you give me a good illusion? Even if you told me honestly that my sister was hopeless and the operation failed, I wouldn't blame you, then It's her fate...but you lied to me." At the end, Wood's eyes flashed with resentment and resentment.

Coco couldn't explain, and she didn't even think about explaining. She just bit her lower lip tightly, her face full of sadness and guilt.

The cute and pitiful expression of the little rabbit did not impress Wood, but instead aroused her unprecedented disgust. It was this innocent and harmless face that won her pity and trust time and time again, being bound by her, deceived by her, and even unable to see her sister last side.

In the dream, the younger sister cried over and over again to be hugged by her elder sister. She opened her small arms to her in despair, ran towards her with full strides, fell down, cried, and looked at her with expectant eyes. But his hands and feet were bound and he couldn't move.

The person who restricted her freedom, the person who threatened her not to leave, the person who gave her beautiful fantasies and smashed all her hopes with his own hands, is still looking at her with such an affectionate, pitiful, and sad mask... It made her sick!

"Get out!" Wood swung his arm vigorously and knocked over the porcelain bowl in Coco's hand. The sound of the iron chain shaking and the sound of the porcelain breaking mixed together, which was extremely ear-piercing.

Coco was thrown to the ground by that force, and when her palm was supported on the ground, she was pierced by scattered fragments. The pain made her unable to help but exclaimed. Just as she was about to look down at the wound, her collar was grabbed by someone. Hold on, Wood's movements are as agile as a cat, and before she can react, the whole person has been crushed by her.

"Take out the key." Wood ignored the painful expression on her face and said in a cold tone.

Coco resisted the pain from the palm of his hand and shook his head slowly.

"Take it out!" Wood's eyes flashed sharply, his words without warmth, his eyes cold, he was not the gentle and cheerful girl in the past at all.

A trace of fear flashed across Coco's face. She was afraid of the strange Wood in front of her. She could feel the hostility and hatred emanating from her. If she continued to refuse, she might be beaten up severely.

But Coco still shook her head, she couldn't let her go, she knew where she wanted to go, so she couldn't let her go, she just hoped that her pain would be less, even if the price was for her to be covered in bruises.

Wood sneered and said, "Okay, if you don't agree, then I'll search for it myself."

The sharp fragments hit the delicate face, and Wood's hand holds the brush for painting all the year round, with slender and well-proportioned fingers, both dexterous and steady.

"You'd better stay still, otherwise..." Wood didn't say any more, the little rabbit had already shown a cowardly expression, and his black and white clear and pure eyes widened in disbelief, as if he didn't expect to be so threatened.

Wood ignored her, and began to search her body with the other hand. She expected that with the cautious personality of a little rabbit, she must carry the key close to her body, if not on her body, then on her handbag.

Coco is wearing a plaid shirt that is popular at any time today, with a pocket on one side of the chest, Wood reached in and took out a train ticket.

The departure time is seven o'clock in the morning of the same day, and the location is a neighboring town - a tourist attraction famous for its garden scenery.

Wood stared at the train ticket for a long time, then closed his palm little by little, and wrinkled it severely.

"You didn't go to see my sister?" Wood's eyes were surprisingly calm, and there was no fluctuation in his tone. Coco guessed that she must have misunderstood something, but pressed her lips tightly together without making excuses.

"You went to play with others, locked me in this small room, and then let my sister go on the road alone?" Wood felt that the last sliver of reason she had left disappeared instantly when she saw the train ticket. I thought that Coco's disappearance all day was due to going to the hospital, but I didn't expect it to be because of another appointment.She suddenly felt stupid. Not only did she believe the promise she made in a clumsy and naive disguise, but she also feared for her safety for twelve hours, and even prayed to God that she would give anything she had in exchange for her appearance.

"I'm sorry... Wood, I'm sorry..." Coco didn't dare to move rashly, because she found that Wood's hand holding the broken porcelain was trembling slightly.

"Don't you have anything else to say besides saying sorry?" Wood asked coldly.

Coco met her non-warm gaze, and shrank subconsciously, but the stubbornness in his eyes remained unchanged.She opened her mouth and said dryly, "Wood, I like you."

Wood sneered as if he heard a very funny joke, and continued to search her with his other hand.

No, the key is not with her. Wood's eyes fell on the tote bag Coco had brought. Coco obviously discovered her plan. The moment she stood up, regardless of the danger of being disfigured, she jumped on the bag in front of Wood, unzipped the zipper very quickly, and took out a small bag from the inner pocket. Without thinking about the key, he threw it out the window.

"What are you doing?!" Wood jumped on Coco like crazy, and the slender iron chain went around Coco's fair neck, tightening it mercilessly.

"Why? Why?!" Wood saw the only key that could make her free just disappear out of the window. His blood surged and he lost all reason. He really wished that Coco would die in his hands.

The hands holding the iron chain kept tightening, Coco struggled like a fish thrown ashore.She opened her mouth to call, but she could only utter scattered monosyllables. She clasped her hands on the tight iron chain and tried to tear it apart, but she couldn't resist Wood's ferocious strength.

A warm liquid fell from the sky and landed on the face of Coco, who was losing her sanity, restoring her clarity.The neck seemed to be cut into two, the pain was indescribable.However, in a trance, she saw Wood's tears falling silently, as clear as gemstones, falling on her face.

"Don't cry..." Coco couldn't make a sound, just repeated that mouth shape, over and over again, until the darkness came and ended all the pain and sadness.

Wood let go of his hand and stared blankly at Coco with her eyes closed. She lay motionless on the ground, her long eyelashes were still wet, casting a layer of broken light shadows under her eyelids.

Slowly loosen the iron chain, there are several ferocious red marks on the white skin, appearing on such a beautiful and delicate neck, how can it be a burden?

Wood rested his head on Coco's chest, but fortunately the heartbeat was still there, although it was a little weak, it was enough for Wood to breathe a sigh of relief.

His eyes fell on Coco's blood-stained hand. The knife wound that had healed up was now cut by fragments again, bleeding profusely.

Wood clutched that hand tightly, his heart ached almost convulsively, but he couldn't tell whether it was because of his sister or because of the person who lied to her.

Suddenly a bell rang in the quiet house, Wood stayed for a long time before realizing that it was Coco's cell phone ringing.I didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the bell rang again soon after it was cut off, and I persevered, as if I must wait until it was connected.

Wood took out the phone from Coco's handbag, and the screen displayed a string of local numbers, with no name or surname marked.

Wood thought, at least not Coco's relatives and friends, so he pressed the call button.

"Miss Coco, it's me, thank you very much..."

Wood was stunned, this voice... this is clearly his father's voice!

"Big sister has a friend like you, so I feel relieved... I lost my temper and yelled at you before... I'm sorry, I asked Dr. Tan for my mobile phone number, and he also told me many other things, including your Taking care of my little sister..."

Wood only felt that her thoughts were in a mess and she couldn't keep up with her father's words at all. She said hoarsely, "Dad, it's me."

"Big sister?" The man's voice showed a bit of shock, and then he calmed down with a hint of relief, "You haven't called me dad for a long time..."

Wood sobbed sadly: "Dad... my sister..."

"It's all my fault, it's my fault... Big sister, I'm already mentally prepared that you won't recognize me as your father anymore."

Wood suddenly felt that something was wrong. She looked at Coco, who was pale and unconscious, and then looked down at the iron chains that restricted her personal freedom, feeling a little bit of fear.

"Your mother's depression is all caused by me. I didn't expect... I really didn't expect that she would take my little sister to do stupid things because I want a divorce... I just don't want to hurt you, I owe so much A debt, you can't run away, I don't want your mother to be a widow for the rest of her life..."

Wood only felt that his whole head was constantly swollen, his ears were buzzing, and he could hardly hear what his father was saying. She knew about her mother's depression. When it became severe, she needed to be hospitalized. My father was a hopeless gambler. But the mother loves him obsessively and unrepentantly. Seeing that the family is desolate, relatives and friends are separated, the younger sister is seriously ill and has no money for medical treatment, but the creditors come to harass him from time to time, and the neighbors are full of complaints. The mother is under pressure. The heavy burden made her nervous, and she didn't want to persevere until the end, but what she got in exchange was her father's "divorce". How did she bear it?

"Big sister, Dad still has to leave. If he doesn't leave this time, he will definitely be hacked to death. Dad is sorry for you. You have to take good care of yourself... Also, tell Ms. Coco for me...she is your good friend, say Thank you, she is right, if I don't come back to see them for the last time, I will really regret it for the rest of my life."

Wood's eyes fell on the train ticket that he had wrinkled and thrown aside. It turned out that Coco didn't ask someone to play with, but... to find his father?

My sister's operation did not fail, and the doctor took good care of her. Everything is just as Coco told her. My sister is slowly recovering and will be discharged soon.It's just that my father owed gambling debts and wanted to run away. He called his mother and told his mother that he wanted a divorce. As a result, the mother suffering from depression committed suicide with her younger sister in despair...

Wood stared blankly at his hands, both startled and terrified.

what have i done...

Father was still talking on the phone, but Wood couldn't hear a word, only Coco's crying words echoed in her ears.

sorry Sorry……

Wood, I like you.

"Why..." Wood threw the phone aside, walked up to Coco with trembling feet, knelt down, and carefully hugged her into his arms.

"You were afraid that I wouldn't be able to bear it, so you didn't tell me anything..." Wood felt that he almost broke the most precious treasure in the world, and the remorse and fear continued to expand in his heart, and the pain was unspeakable.

"But do you know that you... make me unbearable..."

The author has something to say:

Just like cold dishes need to be slightly spicy to be delicious, and the text that takes the easy route also needs a little bit of abuse, right, dears ╮(╯▽╰)╭

PS. Mutual attack is a good suggestion, thank you Fengzhong (almost had a stroke...) for waking up the dreamer.