Memories in the Night Color ②

  The chaotic footsteps outside were getting closer and closer.

  The next second, the dark grid was closed heavily.

  Mo Jie Bing was alone in the darkness, biting his fingers tightly to prevent himself from making a sound.

  There were many people's voices coming from outside.

  Very chaotic, very fierce, mixed with my brother's crying and mother's pleading...

  Later, several gunshots were heard, and it seemed like everyone had left.

  In the darkness, Mu Jue's fingers were bitten and bleeding with deep red blood.

  The whole world was silent, but his eardrums were buzzing...

  After a long time, when he was certain that there were no more people outside, he used all his strength to open the door of the secret compartment...

  However, what entered my line of sight was a large patch of bloodstains...

  His mother and younger brother were both lying in a pool of blood. Mu Jue Xing felt as if his heart had been hollowed out, he stared at the corpses of his mother and younger brother, wanting to cry but unable to shed a single tear...

  The next day, Mu Qingyun finally returned home, and at that time he was shivering in a corner.

  He watched as several helpers from the Qingyun Society carried away his mother's and younger brother's bodies, but he couldn't say a word.

  Mo Jie remembered Mo Qingyun's gaze at that time, so sorrowful and yet so unfamiliar...

  Later, he was taken away by Mu Qingyun from that wooden house and brought to a luxurious Japanese-style villa.

  After several months, Mu Qingyun remarried.

  This villa has a new mistress - Leng Qiuyin, who is his stepmother.

  It wasn't until that day that he found out that he actually had a younger sister - Mu Qingyun had long since had a child with another woman.

  He stared at Mu Bingtang, who was only two years old and couldn't speak yet, in the stroller, his lips bitten until they bled...

  From that day on, Mu Qingyun devoted all his love to his beloved wife and daughter. As for Mu Juebing, he was placed in the most remote room in the villa, as if he had been forgotten.

  For over a decade, Mu Jue's world had been devoid of care and warmth, his heart gradually filling with hatred. He hated Leng Qiuqin, hated Mu Bingyuan even more, and most of all, he hated the person who was originally his father, Mu Qingyun...

  The night wind blew his clothes, "pa la pa la" sounded, like a desperate heartbeat...

  Seeking gold medals, seeking collection, seeking likes, seeking comments, seeking red envelopes, seeking gifts, all kinds of seeking, whatever you want, just throw it over!