Simon sat on the sofa in a daze, his consciousness was dazed, his heart was beating fast, his hands and feet were instantly cold, and all the thoughts in his head faded away at once. The only thing that lingered in his mind was one sentence - he saw it, how did he see it?
Simon's lips were slightly open, trembling, but no sound came out. He only felt a chill running from the top of his head to his heels. Soon, his whole body was shivering.
This is obviously a fright, but Owen didn't want to spoil him because of the principle. And the fact that he was frightened means that he can still be saved. Otherwise, if he dared to reach out and grab the blade at the age of eight, how could he be controlled when he really reached the rebellious period of fourteen or fifteen years old? What kind of devil would he become when he grows up?
"Let me guess what you're thinking." Owen raised his hand and rubbed his stiff neck, analyzing him slowly, "You had a conflict with a classmate at school, and you got into a fight. The other person got hurt, so you just went all out and got hurt more seriously than him. In this way, no matter whether you are right or wrong, no matter what the cause of the conflict is, the one who will be blamed and punished more in the end must be the other person, right?"
Simon hastily turned his eyes away, biting his lip and unable to speak.
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