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

there was a touch

flowers?

asked in a trembling voice. Her

child, and at the same time, a feeling of despair spread all over her body. When she saw Ray's cold eyes, she knew

were broken because her.

you hate

desperate, her voice trembling

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

his

lifeless. She

gently with her fingertips. She

out his hand and the petals

her body began to tremble helplessly. Her

throwing the petals into the trash can helplessly.

fell on the broken porcelain,

being so useless, but she

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

garbage bin as Ray walked back and forth.

She just wiped off her tears in secret.

hand and continued to pick up the broken porcelain

her, but her hand was still stretched

away and picked up

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

while, Tracy eventually reached out

shards of the porcelain flowerpot again, while Tracy only picked

out his hand to grab the fragment in

on Ray. On the other hand, she was afraid that she would hurt him in the fighting for her

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

not prepared, so she

"Ah --"

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

in her palm, and

hand that was pierced into the porcelain was soft, and the face was as pale as limestone,

grimaced in

"Hum..."

let out a

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

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

hold back her

struggled to stand up. The pieces of blood in the palms almost melted into her flesh. It was impossible to pull them out

was exhausted because of the

started

It was deep

word echoed in her

tidying up the broken glass as if nothing had

if it was none of his business.

what on earth was she expecting as a little boy?

after

a long time, no one

She tried to pull out the broken glass with the other

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

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

ached and internal organs were

porcelain was getting more and more deep. It was