Chapter 922 Run Away From Home

Although the boy's hand was cold, Summer did not let go of his hand halfway. When they got to the
side of the road, the boy shook off her hand. Summer raised her head and saw that the boy had a pair
of beautiful ink pupils.

She was stunned for a moment, then said seriously, "It was dangerous for you to cross the road like
that! If I hadn't pulled you over, you would have been hit by that car, and you could die."

Summer studied well and was precocious. She also knew a lot.

The boy only looked at her coldly, his entire body looking somewhat sinister, "Did I ask you to help me?
Mind your own business!"

Summer was frightened by his expression and was speechless for a moment. After the boy finished
speaking, he was about to continue crossing the road. But by this time, the green light had already lit
up.

Summer hurriedly followed his footsteps.

As the boy walked, he felt Summer following him. He turned around and said with a disgusted
expression, "Why are you following me?"

Summer was a little afraid of his gaze. She whispered, "I'm not following you. I'm going this way too..."

When the boy heard this, he didn't say anymore. He crossed the road and went on.

Summer hesitated for a moment before following behind. She thought the boy was too weird and
gloomy. The clothes on his body were dirty. It was possible that something bad had happened on him.

After a while, the boy stopped. He turned his back to Summer and did not immediately turn around.



Summer stood so close to him that she had to take a small step back to keep her distance from him.

Two seconds later, he turned around. His ink eyes were filled with sharpness and indifference that did
not fit his age.

He just stared at Summer. Summer involuntarily clenched her hands and pursed her lips, not daring to
say anything. The two of them looked at each other silently.

She didn't know what the boy was thinking, but she mustered up her courage and asked, "Did
something bad happen to you?"

The boy was still staring at her without saying a word. Her gaze fell on his dirty clothes and she asked
him, "Did you run away from home?"

The boy, who had been silent all this while, said yes.

Summer opened her eyes wide. She was right.

"Why did you run away from home? Did your mother treat you badly?"

As Summer was staring at him, she immediately noticed the change in his expression. She did not
know which of the words she said had irritated him, and his expression became somewhat terrible.

Summer recalled the pen she got at the art festival. She took out the pen from her bag and handed it to
him, "Here is my reward for the festival!"

Anyway, Karen would be indifferent about the reward, so Summer might as well give it to this boy.

Normally, children would be happy to receive gifts. She also liked gifts, but she hadn't received any
since childhood.



The boy glanced at the pen and took it. Summer laughed. Indeed, as she thought, no one would reject
a gift.

She added, "You should go home early. Don't stay outside for long. Your family will be worried."

"Didn't you say that your mother treated you badly?" The boy suddenly asked.

Summer was a little surprised by the boy's sudden question, "I didn't say that."

The boy said, "You did."

Summer pursed her lips and said, "Actually, it's not that bad. My mother has her reasons."


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