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

touch of hatred between

touched your flowers? You are willing

asked in a trembling voice. Her heart 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

pots were broken

you hate

her

arranged by someone. Tracy began to doubt that Brody deliberately brought

boy still didn't answer, and his eyes were as cold as

up thoroughly. She slowed down She was lifeless. She squatted helplessly and tried to pick up

with her

hand and the

began to

petals into the

porcelain,

useless, but she really wanted to

exactly the same as Brody's. or perhaps

garbage bin as Ray walked back

just wiped off her

her hand and continued to pick up the broken porcelain on the ground.

Ray would not stop her, but

pushed her away and picked up

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

Tracy eventually reached out to give him

took away the shards of the porcelain flowerpot again, while

not reconciled and reached out his hand to grab

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

the pieces with great strength, but all of a sudden, all of them were pulled

was not prepared, so she was shaken.

"Ah --"

was forced to lean back. All of a sudden, she felt a severe

and her forehead instantly became cold sweat and gasped.

into the porcelain was soft, and the face was

grimaced in

"Hum..."

let out

looked down at her right hand

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

she managed to hold back her tears which were about to spill over her

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

because

body started to quiver.

It was deep

in

still tidying up the broken

if it was none

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

disappeared after picking up the pieces.

time, no one came

her forehead. She tried to pull out the broken glass with the other

pain gradually spread over his palm, and some part of his body,

that physical pain was never as painful as heartache and despair, because...

ached and internal organs were pulled.

trying for a while, the shredded porcelain was getting more and more deep. It was not