The beautiful fairy suddenly laughed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
I stood there in a daze, not understanding why this sentence was so amusing?
Amidst my confusion, his laughter finally began to subside.
There was a hint of mockery in his voice, "A loveless, heartless freak, also troubled by love?"
Freak?
Was he talking about me?
Understanding the meaning in his words, I felt a bit annoyed!
For a seven-year-old child, especially knowing how much his mother suffered to give birth to him.
I rushed over in anger!
At that time, I actually already knew how to suppress my true emotions.
Indifferent like a wooden figure, no matter how others treated me, it couldn't stir a ripple in my heart.
I don't know if it was because I stayed too long in that little girl's world, or because the word 'freak' stung me, or perhaps I finally had a sliver of affection for my mother.
