I am in Antarctica yearning for your North Star (16)

  In an instant, Lucy Yang suddenly found the courage to take a few steps forward and loudly shouted at the two people: "I don't want you to raise me! If you want to divorce, then divorce! I don't have a father or mother! I don't have parents like you!"

  At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Lucyang. He Xiuying stopped her chatter and stared at Lucyang in surprise, unsure of what to do, feeling a chill in her heart. She tried to force a smile, but couldn't say a word, watching as Lucyang quickly turned around and squeezed out of the crowd with a few bumps.

  "Yang Yang..." He Xiuying struggled to shake off the hands holding her back, stumbling and staggering as she chased after Rouxi Yang. She cried and shouted out her daughter's name, feeling more desperate than she ever had before.

  Lucy Yang didn't look back, running while forcefully wiping away the tears that kept welling up in her eyes.

  "Yang Yang... you can't abandon mom..."

  "Yang Yang... Mom has no one left but you..."

  "Yang Yang... Mom knows Mom was wrong..."

  ……

  He Xiuying's legs went soft and she fell heavily to the ground, as if she had lost all sense of feeling, unable to feel any pain. She lay on the ground in despair, sobbing uncontrollably.

  Lucy Yang didn't hear what her mother said, nor did she see her fall. She just kept running forward, with big tears falling down and blurring her vision, but she still ran desperately towards the distance.

  Actually, she didn't know where she was going to run to, in her subconscious mind, the farther she ran, the better.

  If running could make me disappear, that would be great. Just like Sun Wukong, with a single turn, I'd vanish without a trace, and no one could find me. That way, I could escape to a place with no people, no harm, and no tears.

  She didn't stop until she ran into a dead end, where she leaned against the worn brick wall, panting heavily, and slid down slowly. She bit her lower lip to hold back sobs as she crouched down. Later, she buried her head between her knees, wrapped her arms tightly around her body, and burst into loud wails, her body shaking uncontrollably.

  The alley was very quiet, only hearing Lu Xi Yang's crying voice, her tears flowed like they didn't cost money, and couldn't be stopped.

  "If you didn't like me, why did you give birth to me?"

  "I'm not a burden! I'm not!"

  Lucy Yang kept wailing and repeating these two sentences, as if only by shouting them out loud could she vent all the unhappiness and discomfort in her heart.

  At that time, she didn't know that a young man had followed her from the entrance of the residential area to this dead alley, standing opposite her with his hands in his pockets, silently watching her wail.

  "It's no big deal." The indifferent voice suddenly stopped Lucy Yang's sobbing, she looked up blankly and first saw a pair of black and white sneakers, then slowly moved her gaze up to see a light blue jeans, and further up was a white T-shirt with large letter "V" printed on it. A black backpack was slung over the right arm. Her heart skipped a beat as she roughly guessed who it might be.

  A pointed chin, a sensual and slightly upturned thin lip, a straight nose, but the deep pool-like eyes revealed a few strands of disdain at this time. However, the originally fair and flawless face was red and swollen in a large area, with faint bruises vaguely visible.