"Will even his love for me, and the good times we had, disappear?" The girl's expression deepened with sorrow, and at that moment, she seemed more alive.
Han Yingying nodded forcefully, "Even you will disappear, who can truly remember his goodness and your love?"
"But living is really painful. I dare not fall asleep; as soon as I do, it's the scene where my dad beats my mom, my mom kills my dad.
When I'm awake, I always remember him, remember how he died trying to save me from self-harm…
Every day, I think about how to die, every second is torture to me.
I really tried my best, I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it..."
The girl covered her head, crying out in pain, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Having lived in the shadow of domestic violence from a young age, watching her mom get beaten half to death by her dad every day, she was fearful and inferior. Every time her parents fought, she would hide in the closet, not daring to make a sound.
