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..."

a daze. She was thoroughly enraged.

was a touch of hatred

it because I touched your flowers? You are

trembling voice. Her heart

was mentally and physically exhausted because of a child, and at the same time, a feeling of despair

pots were broken because

you hate me so

her

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

and his eyes were as cold

gave up thoroughly. She slowed down She was lifeless. She squatted

touched those tender petals gently with her fingertips. She loved

his hand and the

body began to tremble helplessly. Her eyes

throwing the petals into the trash

the broken porcelain,

so useless, but she really wanted

same as Brody's. or perhaps he was more bitter than Brody.

to the garbage bin as Ray walked back and forth.

say anything more. She just wiped off her tears in secret.

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

Ray would not stop her, but

and picked

in a daze as he picked up the fragments. However, he was too young to collect all of them together.

Tracy eventually reached out to give

the shards of the porcelain flowerpot again, while

Ray was still not reconciled and reached out his hand

the one hand, 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

of a sudden, all of them were pulled away by

so she was shaken.

"Ah --"

All of a sudden, she felt a severe

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

into the porcelain was soft, and the face

grimaced in

"Hum..."

out a painful groan.

her right hand embedded

blood on her palm, which was shocking. Her hand had already been covered in blood, as

hold back

struggled to stand up. The pieces of blood in the palms almost melted

was exhausted because of the

started

It was deep

word echoed in her mind.

still tidying up the broken glass

if it was none of his business.

earth

disappeared after picking up

no one

pain, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. She tried to pull out the broken glass with the

spread over his palm, and some part of his body, which was the softest, was more

as heartache and despair,

heart ached and internal organs were

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