God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Fang Ran was startled. She stood up suddenly, lowered her head and rubbed her face in confusion, her voice was helpless:

"It's okay, maybe I'm too sleepy."

This reason was very poor, but Yang Jingshu didn't expose it. She looked at Fang Ran quietly, hummed, and then reached out to pull Fang Ran's hand hanging by her side.

"Then how about taking a nap first."

Fang Ran lowered her head and curled her fingers slightly for a few seconds. She nodded, calmed down and walked to the bed to sit down.

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The night passed quickly, and when the morning light began to rise, Yang Jingshu was awakened by a strange stirring sound.

After a night's rest, the originally chaotic skull was gradually repaired. She rubbed her temples, glanced sideways at Fang Ran, who was still sleeping next to her, and got out of bed quietly.

After the door was opened, Lin Miaozheng, wearing long sleeves and long trousers, was squatting beside the cabinet at the front desk, rummaging through something. This was where the sounds that woke Yang Jingshu came from.

Lin Miao's hair was a little messy. She raised her head and wiped her sweat. She happened to face Yang Jingshu who was walking over. She was startled, and then she stood up with some embarrassment:

"Did I disturb you?"

"I'm looking for the keys to the remaining doors. There should be guests coming today... It's my fault..."

Lin Miao's eyes turned red as she spoke, not knowing what she was thinking of.

Yang Jingshu: "..."

She didn't quite understand why Lin Miao looked like she was blaming herself until her eyes turned red before she said anything.

[Yang Da was dumbfounded. Really, in some respects, Yang Da is really super straight]

[...So why does Lin Miao look like she wants to cry? 】

[It’s hard for your hotel to have guests come to stay, but due to your own mistakes, the guest was woken up before dawn, especially since this guest even gave a huge tip the night before... You yourself Let’s figure out the relationship]

【...Holy crap! This is true! I’m already starting to blame myself, no kidding]

[The sense of immersion is so strong, especially since Lin Miao seems to be doing something not very special in order to make a living.]

[Forget it, it’s very pitiful, but we can’t help]

【…】

Yang Jingshu cleared her throat and dropped the topic: "No, I'm a little thirsty. Is there any water?"

Lin Miao quickly wiped the water from the corners of her eyes and smiled:

"Yes, yes! I just boiled the water this morning! If you don't mind -"

Yang Jingshu: "I don't dislike it."

Lin Miao smiled shyly: "Then wait for me for a while, I'll go get it now..."

Taking advantage of the gap when Lin Miao turned around to pour water, Yang Jingshu looked around the entire front desk, and finally fixed her eyes on the somewhat old front desk.

This table always gave her a familiar feeling, but it wasn't very obvious...

"The water is ready."

Before Yang Jingshu could remember where she had seen this table, Lin Miao's voice came from behind her.

Lin Miao walked to the front desk with a cup of steaming boiled water and handed it to Yang Jingshu.

Yang Jingshu thanked her and took it, holding the handle of the tea cup and leaning against the front desk, looking at the hazy sky outside the door.

"How long have you had a store here?"

It seemed like they were just chatting, Yang Jingshu said.

Lin Miao wiped her hands for a moment, her expression a little dull. After a few seconds, she shook her head:

"I don't remember, it must have been almost ten years."

Over ten years?

Yang Jingshu was a little surprised: "You look like you are thirty years old at most?"

Lin Miao smiled, walked into the front desk, wiped the table and said:

"I just turned twenty this year. Do I look too old?"

Perhaps in order to save electricity, Lin Miao did not turn on all the lights when cleaning the table. She only turned on a small chandelier that illuminated the front door.

At this moment, the light shines on her face. She has no makeup this morning, and the dark circles and fatigue under her eyes cannot be covered. If she hadn't said it herself, no one would have dared to believe that she was just a young girl who had just turned twenty.

Yang Jingshu was really shocked this time. She was silent for a few seconds and sighed: "You must be very tired -"

Before she finished speaking, Yang Jingshu suddenly thought of Lin Ming, and her expression stiffened for a moment: "Then Lin Ming is..."

Lin Miao stopped wiping the table. She tucked her hanging hair behind her ears and smiled bitterly:

"Lin Ming was born to me. He is six years old."

Yang Jingshu suddenly didn't know what to say. She just held the water in the teacup tightly and was speechless for a moment.

[Good boy, what does it mean that Lin Miao is twenty and Lin Ming is six? This shows that Lin Miao gave birth to Lin Ming when she was fourteen years old]

[It’s so scary. A girl of this age is still a child herself. She hasn’t grown up at all, yet she gives birth to a child directly? 】

[I suddenly feel that the Omega Breeding Center is quite conscientious. After all, it is better to wait until the Omega reaches eighteen years old before starting to have children...]

[…I don’t know what to say, but eighteen is actually still a child, but fourteen is really scary]

【…】

Perhaps she noticed Yang Jingshu's speechless attitude, but Lin Miao herself didn't seem to think anything of it:

"Lin Ming is fine. I don't want to live until he is born."

Lin Miao recalled: "At that time, after I was abducted here, apart from opening my legs to pick up customers every day, I was thinking about when and how to die, but I was too timid and I didn't dare to die. , I’m too scared.”

"Later I found out that I was pregnant, and it was very painful for me. I was already living a sad and painful life, so why did I have to suffer with me after giving birth to a child?"

Lin Miao looked at Yang Jingshu, her eyes that should have been young and energetic were filled with tears of vicissitudes of life:

"I tried many methods, but Amin was too tenacious. He still came into this world alive. At that time, I was holding him and thinking, this won't work. I am already a mother and I can't be afraid anymore..."

A little girl who gave birth to a child alone at the age of fourteen wiped her tears and picked up the infant baby. She gritted her teeth and forcefully raised a child who was born with a disease.

Yang Jingshu was silent for a long time and said, "You are very powerful."

"Really?" Lin Miao laughed through tears: "I think so too."

"To be honest, at first, I didn't expect that I could raise such a big child..."

Maybe she talked too much, but Lin Miao's tone couldn't help but bring out the cheerfulness of a girl.

She lowered her head and wiped the table. Her hair, which was tied up casually, was dry and frizzy, and the ends were malnourished yellow, but she didn't look ugly, and even looked a little gentler.

But she was supposed to be a happy little girl raised by her parents.

Rather than giving birth to a child in a place that doesn't look like a good place at first glance, and being completely imprisoned in this hellish place.

Her life wasn't supposed to be like this.

Just when Yang Jingshu was about to leave, her eyes fixed on Lin Miao.