Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 792 Little Flower

The foster mother's voice was even louder than the noise of the bell.

She repeated the word "sleep" again, then watched as all the players lay down and closed their eyes before finally picking up the tray again with satisfaction, humming a song as she left.

"..."

Behind him, Xu Han furtively opened his eyes to peek at the closed door and muttered:

"So all that food on the tray was just for show? Seriously! Isn't this dungeon going a bit too far?! Don't we need to eat to increase our strength?!"

"...I guess they're just showing off to make us jealous."

Yu Shijiu muttered, "That's so mean. I don't want to be a good kid anymore."

"..."

Xu Han paused awkwardly, especially after feeling the gazes directed at him by An Jie, Chen Yi, and He Lingling—he was so startled that he quickly tried to comfort Yu Shijiu:

"Shi Jiu, you still have to be a good girl. Think about it, even if you're a good girl, you might not get to eat anything. If you become a bad girl, you won't get to eat anything at all."

"..."

Yu Shijiu thought about it and agreed, then sighed helplessly.

He rolled over, covered himself up, and snuggled closer to the soft blankets.

"OK then."

Yu Shijiu said with his eyes closed, "We should all go to sleep."

Xu Han chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes, let's go to sleep... We should all go to sleep, otherwise our foster mother will probably come over and throw us around again..."

Similar conversations also occurred within the Eye of All Things group.

Fang Youhua pressed her throbbing temples and said, "You all need to rest. I don't want you to end up like Xiaonan."

"..."

The remaining five people looked at each other and nodded.

As expected, the foster mother entered while everyone was pretending to be asleep. She randomly selected someone again and grabbed their foot, swinging it around. There wasn't a single "bad kid" tonight.

"..." The foster mother's gentle expression remained unchanged. She chuckled softly a few times, turned off the light, and went out.

After the lights were completely turned off, Fang Youhua slowly opened her eyes and stared at the dim, patterned ceiling.

Actually... she didn't tell the truth to anyone else.

Fang Youhua had heard the story of "Thumbelina" when she was very young.

At that time, her parents held her and gently read fairy tales to lull her to sleep. Her favorite story was "Thumbelina".

When her mother asked her why, Fang Youhua said she liked Thumbelina very much because Thumbelina was beautiful, gentle, and very capable.

"Thumbelina was very good herself, which is why she was able to be with the king of Lilliput."

This was Fang Youhua's answer at the time.

Her mother looked at her and smiled gently, patted her head, and told her to go to sleep.

Fang Youhua fell asleep holding the storybook. When she woke up again, she saw her husband's furious back as he slammed the door and left. She was huddled in a corner, her clothes disheveled, and looked with some difficulty at her daughter lying on the ground not far away, her eyes bruised and bleeding from the beating.

Yes, that was Fang Youhua's dream.

The time when her mother held her and told her stories to lull her to sleep was a very, very long time ago.

Fang Youhua shook her head, stood up with difficulty, staggered to her daughter's side, squatted down, and anxiously stroked the large, pigeon-egg-sized bump on her daughter's forehead.

"Little flower, little flower..."

Fang Youhua held her daughter and sobbed, "Mommy's here, Mommy's here... It's Mommy's useless, Mommy can't beat Daddy..."

The bump on her daughter's forehead was caused by Fang Youhua's husband.

Her daughter is so young, her body is so small, yet her husband could bear to beat her so severely…

Fang Youhua's tears flowed even more freely. She suppressed the sobs escaping her throat and carried her unconscious daughter step by step to the bedside, where she laid her down.

"Medicine...there's medicine...right, where was it again? Where's the medicine?"

Fang Youhua limped to the wardrobe and opened it. Inside were a few drab, unattractive clothes scattered about. She walked around the clothes and found the medicine she had hidden.

"There's one more, just one more thing."

Fang Youhua muttered to herself as she pushed open the door and went to the kitchen to fetch water.

She pushed open the creaking door, walked around the muddy ground, and heard the croaking of countless toads echoing in the fields around the house, like an extremely unpleasant and noisy duet, because of the recent downpour.

Fang Youhua seemed oblivious to the unpleasant cries, hurriedly running into the kitchen, opening the lid of the hot water bottle on the stove, and quickly scooping out a bowl of warm water.

She hurriedly limped back to her room through the mud.

On the bed in the room, her daughter was still unconscious. Fang Youhua carefully woke her up and whispered in her ear:

"There's water, there's water... Come on, be good, listen to Mommy, take this medicine, and you'll feel better after a nap."

Her daughter's face was so thin it was almost unrecognizable, her eyes nearly bulging out. She stared at Fang Youhua's bleeding eyes, tears welling in her eyes, and whispered:

"Mom, you should take some medicine too... Does it hurt? Dad, why does Dad keep hitting us..."

"..."

Fang Youhua's tears immediately fell again.

She sniffed and told a white lie:

"Mommy has taken her medicine. You take yours too. After you take it, we'll take a nap. When you wake up, your body won't hurt anymore. Be good, be good. A good child listens to Mommy."

The daughter obediently took her medicine and drank her water, then clung to Fang Youhua's arm, refusing to let go.

"Mom, can you tell me a story?"

Her daughter stared at her expectantly, and the hope in her eyes made Fang Youhua feel a pang of sadness.

"it is good."

Fang Youhua nodded, cleared her throat, and began to recall the fairy tales she had heard in her memory:

"Once upon a time, there was a kind but lonely woman who longed for a lovely and obedient child..."

Fang Youhua in the end still

"..."

Fang Youhua stared at the dense patterns and vines on the ceiling and slowly blinked.

This is the memory that exists between her and Thumbelina, a memory that is almost impossible to connect.

The reason she didn't say it was because she thought it wasn't a big deal.

But the Thumbelina guild tournament dungeon did indeed remind her of many memories that she had forcibly forgotten.

For example...her daughter.

"..."

Fang Youhua silently pursed her lips, suppressed the faint throbbing deep in her heart, and turned over.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to fall into a deep sleep.

It's okay, go to sleep.

Fang Youhua said to herself before she completely fell asleep.

Little Flower won't blame her.

Her daughter, Xiaohua, will never blame her mother.

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late at night.

A sudden downpour began.

The sound of the torrential rain woke Fang Youhua from her sleep. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she heard someone crying not far away.

"woo woo woo woo……"

"Woooooooooooooo..."