Maybe it's because he grew up with a father like Qiao Hong all these years.
Qiao Lian had long forgotten what fear was.
He could only endure the pain, silently transforming it into his reason for living.
But at that moment, he felt fear.
Like when he was a child, hiding in the dark, watching Qiao Hong whip his mother.
After Qiao Lian finished speaking, he didn't dare to look at Chuzheng, he just held her tightly.
Would she despise him? Hate him? Still like him?
Qiao Lian didn't know.
And he didn't want to know.
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Chuzheng was well aware that Qiao Lian wasn't a good person. After all, the word "turning dark" was not just a saying.
"From now on, you're not allowed to do those things again." Chuzheng patted his back, "Did you hear me?"
"Teacher, don't you think I'm... very bad?" He also wanted to be clean and become the good student in her eyes, but he wasn't.
He had long been trapped in the quagmire.
He had struggled before.
Unfortunately, his strength was too small.
