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. She was thoroughly enraged.

a touch of

touched your flowers? You are willing to

voice. Her heart

time, a feeling of despair spread all over her body. When she saw

flower pots were broken because her.

hate me so

desperate, her voice

to have been arranged by someone. Tracy began to doubt that

and his eyes were as cold

thoroughly. She slowed down She was lifeless. She squatted helplessly and

gently with her fingertips. She loved them.

his hand and the petals were torn

and her body began to tremble helplessly. Her eyes were covered with a

petals into the

porcelain, making Tracy's heart tremble

scolded herself for being so useless, but she really wanted to cry.

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

garbage bin as Ray walked back and

didn't say anything more. She just wiped

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

stop her, but her

picked up the

at him in a daze as he picked up the fragments. However, he was too young to collect

reached

flowerpot again, while Tracy

Ray was still not reconciled and reached out his hand to grab the

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 for her sword. Hence, she didn't open her

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

not prepared, so she

"Ah --"

back. All of a

and her forehead

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

grimaced in

"Hum..."

let out a painful

at her right hand embedded in the

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

to hold back

blood in the palms almost melted into

because of the pain.

started

It was deep

echoed in

was still tidying up

it was none

earth was she expecting as

after

time, no one came

began to form on her forehead. She tried to pull out the broken glass with the

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

that physical pain was never as painful as heartache and

and internal organs were

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