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 | hadn''t pulled you


    over, you would have been hit by that car, and you could die."


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    The boy only looked at her coldly, his entire body looking somewhat sinister, "Did | 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, ‘Tm 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 secondster, 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.