Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Perhaps it was because he first shared his family stories so openly that I found it easier to speak.
Hesitating, I said, âMy mom passed away, and my dad, like yours, cut ties with me.â
That year, at my momâs funeral, a sea of people came, all dressed in black.
The master of ceremonies gave a long eulogy, but I couldnât fully understand it. My mind wandered midway.
I remember looking at my momâs photo, where she seemed to smile at me, and I smiled back.
The next second, I was slapped to the ground by my father.
He roared, âYour momâs dead! How can you still smile?â
Everyone turned to look at me as if I were some kind of monster.
In that moment, I was terrified.
Tears welled in my eyes, but I bit my lips and didnât dare make a sound.
In the first year after my momâs passing, my dad often sat in the living room at night, flipping through her letters and photos.
By the second year, he had packed her belongings into a few boxes and pushed them into a dusty corner.
By the third year, he had remarried.
The new stepmom dumped the boxes into the yard, saying she wanted to burn them all.
I desperately rummaged through the pile and saved the camera, holding it tightly to my chest.
I burned myself in the process.
09:23 Chapter 10 From then on, the camera became the only thing left of my mom.
Later, my younger sister was born.
The love and attention of the whole family shifted to her.
I grew up as if invisible, turning eighteen without anyone noticing.
I went to college to study medicine.
On the day of enrollment, my dad handed me a thick stack of money and said, âYouâre an adult now. Donât come back.â
I nodded and counted itâ30,000 yuan.
30,000 yuan severed the blood ties between us.
At university, my teachers and classmates praised me for being wellâsuited to be a doctor, saying that I could stay calm no matter the situation.
When I started working, this became my professional strength.
Everyone admired my composure, but only I knewâI was too scared to stop.
à½à¼à½ Sometimes I wondered if, on the day of the funeral, I hadnât angered my dad, would he still have abandoned me?
Over the years, Iâve grown used to suppressing my emotions, believing that if I ever laughed freely again or shed tears recklessly, I would lose something even more important.
At this point, I let out a small sigh.
These memories, buried in my heart for so long, had never been shared with anyone before.
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Chapter 10 Josephâs brows furrowed deeply. The usual faint smile at the corners of his lips had disappeared.
His tone was unusually serious.
âZoey, have you forgotten? You were only five years old at the time.â
I froze, a little puzzled. âWhat?â
He said, âCrying and laughing are a childâs privilege.
Youâve been suppressing yourself because no one ever let you be a child.â
His voice was soft, but it struck me like a thunderbolt.
After the funeral, my dad stopped speaking to me for a long time.
Later, when my sister was born, my needs were always pushed aside.
At college, I had to juggle my studies and find ways to support myself.
Trying to recall, I realized there wasnât a single moment when I had been cared for as a child.
I knew I had no one to rely on, so I understood that my tears and laughter didnât matter to anyone.
It was better to bury them deep inside.
Lowering my head, I said bitterly, âYeah... but Iâm an adult now. Itâs impossible to act like a child anymore.
To laugh when I want to laugh, or cry when I want to cry...â
Just as I finished speaking, a sudden jolt ran through my ribs, like a mild electric shock.
Startled, I let out a strange yelp and turned to look.
It was Joseph poking my side.
With a playful smile, he said, âWho says itâs impossible?â
I tried to dodge, but he grabbed me.
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The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights Chapter 10 It was as if there was a switch on my waistâI couldnât stop laughing, no matter how hard I tried to keep my mouth shut.
I burst out like a deflating balloon.
âStop! Donât poke me! Itâs so ticklish! Hahaha... Iâm begging you!â
I struggled to escape but was cornered by him.
I laughed so hard that tears were streaming down my face.
âMercy, Dr. Joseph! Let me go!â I pleaded.
He bared his teeth in a grin and reached out again.
I curled into a ball, bracing myself, but the expected sensation didnât come.
Peeking out cautiously, I saw him extend his hand with his palm open.
In it was a piece of candy.
Smiling, he said, âHere, a reward for the little one.â
I stared at him, stunned, and then collapsed weakly against the wall.
Unwrapping the candy, I popped it into my mouth.
It wasnât goodâcheap artificial fruit flavor, sickly sweet.
But it made my eyes sting, as if burning.
Joseph crouched down, pulled me up, and held me in his arms.
âCry,â he said softly. âItâs okay. I know it hurts.â
The warmth and strength of his embrace broke down the last of my defenses.
How long had it been since I felt understood, cherished?
So long that I had started to believe I didnât deserve it.
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Chapter 10 And yet, here in a foreign land on the other side of the world, he used a piece of candy to comfort me, just like a child.
In that moment, the tears I had held back since I was five years old finally came pouring out, all at once, twenty years later.
He kept gently patting my back, letting his clothes soak up my tears.
At some point, I didnât even know when, I cried myself to sleep in his arms.
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