Just then, a soft little voice suddenly came to his ear: "Good night, brother! Li Li will come to play with you tomorrow, okay!"
The boy stopped abruptly.
He had promised.
Tomorrow he was supposed to play with his sister, Lu Li.
He couldn't turn back on his word.
Lu Qi threw the knife in his hand away as if he'd touched a hot potato.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Ten minutes later, he returned the kitchen knife to the kitchen, put the key back into the drawer, and went back to his room.
Then he harshly threw the tear-stained pillow onto the ground and stomped on it several times!
A five-year-old child, born into a wealthy family like the Lu Family, with such parents, while other kids were still innocently and ignorantly playing, everything he should understand he already understood.
He knew he was too impulsive tonight.
He also knew this wasn't good.
But he felt so miserable.
All these five years.
It turned out he had been living in a false dream.
