God, the Real Miss Hated Everyone Equally

Chapter 114

Fleo did not resist. He turned off the hairdryer and allowed Brielle to hold his hand to feel his pulse.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Brielle seriously feeling his pulse. There was a faint smile in his narrow eyes.

After Brielle finished one hand, she changed another hand and continued to feel his pulse.

After a few minutes, she released his hand and frowned. “Why is your aura so messy? Why are you still depressed?”

“Do you have something on your mind?”

Fleo looked down at her and said, “I can’t see you and I feel uneasy. We have never been apart for such a long time.

Brielle was stunned.

Thinking about it carefully, they had never been separated since they met.

When she was born, she was abandoned. At first, she was adopted by a scavenger old man with an intellectual disorder.

But when she was three years old. her grandfather passed away, and she began to wander alone.

Because of the city planning, wanderers were not allowed in the city. She was often captured in the middle of the night and transported to other cities with a group of vagrants.

After tossing and turning, she was “thrown” into a very chaotic area in a southern border city.

The place was poor and backward, and it was also very tolerant and would not reject the existence of vagrants.

Of course, there were also many dangers and sins hidden there.

Later, she learned that it was called a slum.

There, she met Fleo, who was two months younger than her.

They began to wander together.

Because she had heard people talking here, saying that people often came here to catch them and treated them as the organ storehouse of rich people.

She was afraid of being taken away, so she hid with Fleo during the day and secretly went out to pick up food at night.

They hid together for two years. When they were five years old, they met Sister Nyla, Nyla Callow, who was five years older

than them.

Because the grandfather who adopted her had an IQ disorder, he never gave her a name. After knowing that she did not have a name, Sister Nyla gave her the name Brielle Callow.

Sister Nyla said that she hoped that she would have happy life for the rest of her life.

Sister Nyla was very powerful. In that chaotic place, she actually had a small broken house.

Sister Nyla took them in and let them live in her little broken house.

years old. When Sister Nyla was fifteen, the gears of fate began

to turn.

was seriously

to earn medicine fee for her.

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found

to the age of nineteen, she had never

ago, Galley family wanted to take her home. She wanted to see how different her family

super big family. They were unwilling to adopt her at first. It was Fleo who

them. No matter what, the Hewston family cured her illness

for her,

with Fleo, although they were not close to her in the

grateful to the Hewston

also longed for

kind smiles towards Fleo, she also imagined that if her biological parents found her, would

full of fantasy and longing for

from Galley family, she

she went back, she specifically warned Fleo not to look for her and told him

angry, so he did not

sister miss

clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded in her ear, interrupting Brielle’s

eyes flashed with

honest, she didn’t

and didn’t have time

don’t have to

said, “I also

tiger, she thought of

faint. Sister, you don’t have to explain. Even if you rank me at the very end and

of Brielle’s

frequently called her “sister“, it meant that he was angry.

he always called her sister in a strange tone, which made her hair stand

end.

wrong. Don’t be angry. Now you are already depressed. Be

you really know how to comfort me.

Brielle laughed dryly.

worry. Even if I die of anger, I won’t

“I didn’t

doesn’t need to pay for the funeral.”

help but reach out and pat his head. “It’s enough. If

and looked at her

shoulder without saying a word, turned her around, and continued

his hair was dry, he walked to the living room of the

stretched out her foot

said lightly, “I won’t reconcile. I will be stubborn. I will anger myself to death. Don’t

to be like this, I will also anger myself to

Fleo: “…”

don’t contact me for so long in

“Okay.” Brielle smiled.

Because her phone had been connected to the charger, even after more than half a month, it still had

saw a lot of messages pop up on WhatsApp’s interface.