The figure on the bed moved and her beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed. Lu Wanxiao turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. The warm yellow light looked exceptionally warm. She could not remember how many times she had had such a recurring dream. The beginning was always so warm, but the ending was heart-wrenching.

The sound of a wine bottle being kicked came from next door. Even though the door was tightly shut, she could smell the strong smell of alcohol. Then, there was a burst of laughter and crying. It made one's scalp tingle, but she was already used to it.

She got off the bed without wearing shoes and walked barefoot to the door silently. Through the gap, she saw the woman crying miserably.

The woman who was once as delicate as a flower now looked like she was in her twilight years. Her black hair, which was envied by many women, was mixed with white hair.

As she was drunk, she became more and more deranged. Her fingers trembled as she lit a cigarette. The woman saw her in the flickering light and was stunned for a moment before continuing to drink. She seemed to be very tired and was panting heavily like a small beast. She was filled with despair, regret, and hatred.

Lu Wanxiao only stood outside the door and watched quietly. The door separated them into two worlds.

The medicine and daily torture had aged the woman by almost twenty years. With Lu Wanxiao's slim figure and indifferent and quiet eyes, no one would have thought that she was only thirteen years old.

Lu Wanxiao's slightly cold eyes became even more unapproachable. There was an indescribable beauty and she looked more like that person.

The woman covered her eyes and screamed, telling her to get lost. The glass bottle smashed against the door and shattered on the ground. Small glass shards brushed past her face, stinging and bleeding. The woman wanted to come over in a panic, but she thought of something and scolded her in disgust to get lost. Lu Wanxiao's voice was very calm. It was unbelievably calm, as if the person who went crazy in front of her was not her mother.

"Wake up. Even if you die from alcohol, you know that nothing will change."

The woman's desperate cries were mixed with that person's name, Ah Qiao.

Cambridge was her father's name. Her mother was Lu Sheng, and her name was Lu Wanxiao. Her nickname was Jing Wei, and they all came from the same poem.

Goodbye Cambridge.

In a sense, this meant that this was a tragedy without any accidents.

Lu Wanxiao returned to her room. The wind was strong, making her look even thinner.

"Are you still there?"

There was no answer. The whole room was empty.

After a long time, she was about to give up. She got up and went to sleep. The voice gradually became clearer. "Quiet, I'm leaving. You have to take care of yourself. And that child, he's innocent. I've left something for you. Recite the poem for me again." That was another Lu Wanxiao ten years later.

"Silence is the Sheng Xiao of separation. Silence is the Cambridge of tonight …"

The two memories merged together, and her head was throbbing with pain. She could no longer tell if she was the 13-year-old Jingjing or the 23-year-old Lu Wanxiao.

She lowered her eyes. "I hate that name."

Ever since that winter, Lu Wanxiao no longer liked her name. She also didn't like her nickname. Quietly.

It was probably true that the saying, "Quietly is the Sheng Xiao of separation."

The first half of her short life had always been filled with parting.

The endless emptiness after the sweetness was always especially hurtful.

Her name used to be their sweetest fruit and testimony. With betrayal and revenge, she fell into the abyss again. It was disgusting.

The sun was especially good today. It was so bright that it made people want to empty their minds. Lu Wanxiao carried her bag and left with a warm breakfast.

Sunshine Orphanage.

In the cramped little courtyard, everything here was dilapidated. Only the persimmon tree in the small courtyard showed a hint of vitality. Occasionally, a child's voice could be heard. It was soft and had a hint of naivety.

"Madam Principal, will that beautiful sister come again?

Has she already forgotten? "

"Creak ~" The door creaked. The iron door had long been rusted, and the paint on the wall had peeled off. It was surprising that there was such a dilapidated house in this bustling metropolis. But soon, even this dilapidated little house no longer existed.

The words "Demolition" were written clearly on the wall outside the courtyard. Where would it be tomorrow?

No one could guarantee it.

Lu Wanxiao looked at the birds flying in the sky. She lowered her eyes to hide the ripples in her eyes. She was a little unwilling. If only he was a little older.

She reached out her slender white hand. The child's timid look made her sad, but the adoration in his eyes was so obvious.

'Today is a good day. It's suitable for doing something happy.'

When she was young, she didn't understand her father's smile. She still didn't understand it now, but she couldn't go against her heart.

"You, are you willing to come home with me?"

The five-year-old child still looked very thin and weak, but his face was exceptionally beautiful.

He looked very much like his mother.

He held her hand tightly. There was no smile on his face, but his eyes were as bright as the stars.

The principal saw her and sighed. There were tears in those cloudy eyes. She touched the child's head. "Ayi, you have to listen to your sister, okay?"

She brought him home. When the woman saw the child, it was as if she had seen a demon. With a strong sense of hatred, he screamed and punched her.

Lu Wanxiao suffered a lot, but she tightly protected the child in her arms. This child was innocent.

But she also knew that her actions had undoubtedly stabbed a knife into the woman's heart.

"Mom, I dreamed of Dad yesterday. He said he forgave you." Since she was seven years old, she had always had strange dreams, but they always showed the reality.

The woman was stunned. This was the first time Lu Wanxiao called her mom after six years. But she didn't want to be forgiven. Why should she be forgiven? How could Ah Qiao, who had a clear distinction between love and hate, forgive her?

She was even more panicked. She cried and laughed as if she was possessed. After a while, she gradually seemed to be drained of energy. She was terrifyingly empty.

She laughed softly, with a little youthful charm. She understood that Ah Qiao didn't love her for a long time, so she would rather he hate her.

She looked at her daughter, who looked very similar to Cambridge. Love and hate mixed together. In an instant, she aged ten years.

"Quietly."

Lu Wanxiao paused in her footsteps as she led the child upstairs. She only heard the woman say, "How good would it be if I had never given birth to you?"

Lu Wanxiao didn't look back. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Behind her was an invisible gap.

Mom was wrong, Dad was wrong, Uncle Gao was wrong, and even she had done many things wrong. But only Gao Yimeng was innocent.

She couldn't tolerate that child having such a tragic ending.

That woman was drunk again. She cried and laughed, and from time to time, she would go crazy.

Lu Wanxiao looked at her coldly and kept cursing. Those dirty and vicious words made her frown. She reached out and covered Gao Yimeng's ears.

Gao Yimeng snuggled tightly against his sister, Lu Wanxiao. He was a little scared because his mother would go crazy as long as she drank. She always looked at him with a gaze that gave people goosebumps. There were even a few times when he was almost strangled to death.

Although he didn't understand, he knew that his mother didn't like him when he was very young. She even hated him.

He hugged Lu Wanxiao tightly, relying on her wholeheartedly. It was as if he only felt safe by her side. Lu Wanxiao patted Gao Yimeng's back comfortingly and coaxed him to sleep.

The tune she hummed was very gentle. Gao Yimeng's hand was still holding her tightly. Every time Lu Wanxiao coaxed him for a long time before he could fall asleep. He was still extremely insecure. Lu Wanxiao understood, so she loved him very much.

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, she pulled out her hand and covered him with the blanket. She adjusted the small bedside lamp and closed the door.

Looking at the mess in the living room and the open door, she could clearly hear the teasing of a man and a woman outside.

Lu Wanxiao was silent for a long time. She gently closed her eyes to block out the stimulating light.