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 daze.

touch of hatred

flowers? You are willing to sacrifice

in a trembling voice.

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 knew that her

were broken because

hate me so

sounded almost desperate, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

in the villa seemed to have been arranged by

still didn't answer, and his eyes were

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

with her fingertips. She loved them.

and the

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

petals into the

teardrop fell on the broken porcelain, making Tracy's heart

so useless, but she

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

petals were thrown to the garbage bin

just wiped off her

pick up the broken porcelain on the ground. She

thought that Ray would not stop her, but her hand

her away and picked up the debris himself.

a daze as he picked up the fragments. However,

eventually reached out to give

flowerpot again, while Tracy

reconciled and reached out his hand to grab

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 for her sword. Hence, she didn't open her mouth to see Ray. She reminded him, "Ray, let go

all of a sudden, all of

not prepared, so she was shaken.

"Ah --"

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

pieces were deeply embedded in her palm, and her forehead instantly became cold sweat and

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

in

"Hum..."

to her feet and let out a painful groan. After a pause.

her right hand embedded in the

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

like a fishbone getting stuck in her throat, she managed to hold back her tears which

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

exhausted because of

started to quiver.

It was deep

in her mind.

saw Ray was still tidying up the broken glass

was none of his business.

on earth was she expecting as a

after

no

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

part of his body, which was the

painful as heartache and despair, because... Body is far

internal

shredded porcelain was getting more and more deep. It was not