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..."

at Ray in a daze. She was thoroughly enraged.

was a touch of

your flowers? You are willing

trembling voice. Her heart

because of a child, and at the same time, a feeling of despair spread all over her body. When

flower pots were broken because her.

you hate me so

her voice

arranged by someone. Tracy

answer, and his eyes were

She

touched those tender petals gently with her fingertips. She loved

his hand and the petals were torn

so angry that her face turned pale, and her body began to

throwing the petals into the trash

broken porcelain, making Tracy's heart

for being so useless, but she really

Brody's. or

petals were thrown to the garbage bin

just wiped

and continued to pick up the

not stop her, but her hand was still

picked up the debris himself.

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

reached out to give him a

porcelain flowerpot again, while Tracy only picked up one piece.

was still not reconciled and reached out his hand to grab the fragment in her

Tracy's stubborn temper was triggered. On the other hand, she was afraid that Ray would get his hand cut by the sharp shredded porcelain. Thus, she didn't loosen her grip on Ray. On the other hand, she was afraid that she would hurt him in the fighting

strength, but all of a sudden,

not prepared, so she was

"Ah --"

lean back. All of a sudden, she felt a severe pain

in her palm, and her forehead instantly became cold sweat and gasped.

porcelain was soft, and the face

grimaced in

"Hum..."

struggled to her feet and let out a painful

looked down at her right hand embedded

which was shocking. Her hand had already been covered in blood, as if it

fishbone getting stuck in her throat, she managed to hold

up. The pieces of blood in the palms almost melted into her flesh. It was impossible to pull them

was exhausted because

started to

It was deep

word echoed in her

was still tidying up the broken glass as if nothing had happened.

was none

earth was she expecting as a

after picking

a long time, no one came in.

her forehead. She tried to pull out the broken glass with the other hand, but it was too deep for her to

sharp pain gradually spread over his palm, and some part

painful as heartache and despair, because... Body is far less sensitive than heart.

ached and internal organs

was getting more and more deep. It was not pulled