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..."

in a daze. She was

a touch of hatred between

because I touched your flowers? You

asked in a trembling voice. Her heart

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

flower pots were broken because her.

do you hate me so

sounded almost desperate, her voice trembling

appearance in the villa seemed to have been arranged by someone. Tracy began to doubt that Brody deliberately brought the boy back to torture her.

his eyes were as cold as

She was lifeless. She squatted helplessly and tried to

with her

hand and the petals were torn

turned pale, and her body began to tremble helplessly. Her

boy throwing the petals into

teardrop fell on the broken porcelain,

scolded herself for being so useless,

and ruthlessness were exactly the same as Brody's. or perhaps

petals were thrown to the garbage bin as Ray

She just

reached out her hand and continued to pick up the broken porcelain on the ground. She must clean

stop her, but her hand was still stretched

pushed her away and picked up the debris

picked up the fragments. However,

Tracy eventually reached out to give him

the shards of the porcelain flowerpot again,

still not reconciled and reached out his

Ray. On the other hand, she was afraid that she would

to pull the pieces with great strength, but all of a

not prepared, so she

"Ah --"

of a sudden, she felt a severe pain

embedded in her palm, and her forehead instantly became cold

pierced into the porcelain was soft, and the face was as pale

in

"Hum..."

struggled to her feet and let out a painful

down at her right

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

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

the palms almost melted into her flesh. It was impossible

was exhausted because

body started to

It was deep

in her mind.

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

none of his

what on earth was she expecting as a little boy?

after picking up the

a long time, no one came in.

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

pain gradually spread over his palm, and some part of his body, which was the softest, was more painful.

heartache and despair, because... Body is far less

internal

porcelain was getting more and more deep. It was