Come Back to Me

"Ray, it's a pity to tear up such a beautiful flower."

Tracy knew Ray would not agree with her, but she was worried about those delicate flowers, so she couldn't help but try to persuade them.

As a result, Ray tore the flower, which stunned Tracy.

He actually put the petals into his mouth.

"No! Ray, it's poisoned. You can't eat it!"

In a panic, she attempted to snatch the petal Ray had put into his mouth.

"No way..."

The fight between Ray and Tracy was even more intense. She stretched out her hand and pressed Ray's hand tightly with her hand, while she used the other hand to snatch the half flower in his mouth.

Finally, Ray's strength was not enough and the petals were taken away by Tracy.

She was powerless, staring at the smiling boy stubbornly.

She frowned and couldn't figure out who on earth was this obedient child's mother.

The flower was prepared by Ray. He knew that flowers were poisonous, but he still wanted to eat.

"Who is your mother? "

With that thought, she asked.

As she expected, she got no answer, but one thing was wrong.

This time, the little boy was not staring at her expressionlessly. Instead, his eyes were hurt. He stared at her with such sad eyes as if he was blaming her for mentioning his mother.

"Well, forget it. But you really can't eat these flowers. Don't eat them."

Although Tracy knew that it was like playing piano to cow, she still said so.

After a few seconds of silence, Tracy attempted to put the flower on a proper place.

"Ah.. Ah... "

Hearing the voice, Tracy turned her head to look at the little boy, who was waving his hands at his furiously.

"What's wrong with you again?"

She sounded rather impatient.

The boy said nothing, but stretched out his hands to touch the beautiful flower on the table.

Tracy, on the other hand, also looked blank. He didn't speak or intend to do anything. She had no other choice but to stand there and watch him intently.

As a result——

"Snap -"

The porcelain basin was smashed to the ground.

To be exact, he was pushed down by Ray.

Tracy stared at the broken flowerpot in shock.

The bunch of beautiful flowers were laid on the ground, crying like desperate girls.

"You..."

stared at Ray in a

was a touch of

touched your flowers? You are willing to sacrifice

voice. Her heart

near to a breakdown. She was mentally and physically exhausted because of a child, and at the same time, a feeling of despair spread all over her body. When she saw Ray's cold eyes, she

flower pots were broken

do you hate me so

desperate, her voice

beginning, the boy's appearance in the villa seemed to have been arranged by someone. Tracy began to doubt that Brody

and his eyes were

lifeless. She squatted helplessly and tried to

with her fingertips.

reached out his hand and the

body began to tremble helplessly. Her eyes were covered with

throwing the petals into the trash can

teardrop fell on the broken porcelain, making

useless, but she really wanted to cry.

Brody's. or

broken petals were thrown to the garbage bin as Ray walked back and forth.

She just wiped off her tears in secret.

continued to pick up the broken porcelain on the ground. She

not stop her, but her

her away and picked up the debris himself.

the fragments. However, he was too young to collect all of them

Tracy eventually reached out to give him a hand.

the porcelain flowerpot again, while

his

on Ray. On the other hand, she was afraid that she would hurt him in the fighting for her sword. Hence, she didn't open her mouth to see Ray. She reminded him, "Ray, let go of me.

strength, but all of a sudden, all of them were pulled away by

so

"Ah --"

forced to lean back. All of a

broken pieces were deeply embedded in her palm, and her forehead

soft, and the face

grimaced in pain.

"Hum..."

and let out a

soon as she looked down at her right hand embedded in the pieces,

of bright red blood on her palm, which was shocking. Her hand had already been covered in blood, as if it had been

getting stuck in her throat, she managed to hold back her tears which were about to spill

up. The pieces of blood in the palms almost melted into her

because

started to

It was deep

word echoed in her mind.

was still tidying up the broken glass as if nothing

was none of his

at herself bitterly, what on earth was she expecting as a

disappeared after picking up

no one came

pain, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. She tried to pull out the broken glass with the other hand, but it was too deep for her to pull it out.

and some part of his body, which was the softest, was

pain was never as painful as heartache and despair,

and internal organs were pulled.

was getting more and more deep. It was not pulled out but