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 thoroughly

was a touch of hatred

it because I touched your flowers? You are willing

a trembling voice. Her heart

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 knew that her

were broken because

do you hate me so

her

appearance in the villa seemed to have been arranged by someone. Tracy began to doubt that

boy still didn't answer, and his

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

those tender petals gently with her fingertips. She

out his hand and the

body began to tremble helplessly.

watched the boy throwing the petals into

fell on the broken porcelain, making Tracy's

being so useless, but she really

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

garbage

anything more. She just wiped off her tears in

continued to pick up the broken

Ray would not stop her, but her hand was still

her away and picked up the debris

daze as he picked up the fragments. However, he was

hesitating for a while, Tracy eventually reached out to give him

the porcelain flowerpot again, while Tracy only picked up one piece.

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

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

so she

"Ah --"

All of a sudden,

and her forehead instantly became

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

grimaced in pain.

"Hum..."

let out

down at her right hand embedded in the pieces, she was startled.

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

to hold back

the palms almost melted into her flesh. It was impossible to pull them

exhausted because of the

body started to quiver.

It was deep

word echoed in

saw Ray was still tidying up the broken glass as if nothing had

none of his business.

what on earth was she expecting as a little

study, Ray disappeared after picking up

time, no

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

palm, and some part of his body, which was

as painful as heartache and despair,

heart ached and internal organs were pulled.

while, the shredded porcelain was getting more and more deep.