Come Back to Me

It was evening when she finally woke up in pain, and she had been sleeping for the whole afternoon.

The moment she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but frown because of the pain at her hand, She was completely exhausted and feeble.

When she became completely sober, she found that Brody was changing the medicine on her palm.

Tracy was startled. She managed to sit up, but was then pressed down by a powerful hand.

She lay down on the bed again. About three minutes later, her hand was wrapped again.

Then he said in a cold voice over her head, "Tracy, you'd better explain to me clearly. What happened? About the flower."

Brody asked a series of questions in a cold tone, but he was totally unprepared to hear what she had said. Tracy sat up and looked blankly at his face which had changed into a devil's again.

"Explain what?"

Asked Tracy coldly.

In fact, she really didn't know what to explain.

She was the one who got hurt. What else did he want to ask?

"How could the flowerpot break?"

"Aha I broke it. "

"Is it your lover's flower?" Tracy continued before Brody could say anything.

Tracy said sarcastically.

Her eyes grew cold and her heart sank.

And in his eyes, her life was as cheap as grass, no... "——

Or it could hardly be counted as the lowest, the cheapest.

She wouldn't be able to withstand an ornament like a flowerpot.

Brody bent down, raised her chin with his slender fingers, and looked down at her, "that potted flower is her favorite, but you broke it. Is this the childish way you revenge me?"

so scared that she even forgot to feel the pain in her chin.

made her feel particularly terrible.

"Naive?"

and asked, looking at

don't think it's a naive way to destroy the thing you

"Shut up -"

as he cast a sullen

and daring to

flowerpot. I threw it away. If you want to kill me, just hack it into

a louder

was determined to die.

you die.

as Brody finished his words, he

asshole! Don't

as if she was crazy.

what's going on

his movements and glared at her.

that a chill went

to

tone and

Tracy kept pushing away the breasts that

angry, glaring at the man and the woman furiously. She kept shouting at him, "don't be so hypocritical, Brody.

her wedding night

a sudden, humiliation and fear took over her.

waiting for it to blossom for a few years.

gripped her both hands,

so painful that

that welled up in

willing to look at that

on earth was

said that flowers was the girl's favorite. It was not easy to see

he loved her, so he hated Tracy so

that he tore off her clothes, completely ignoring her injured

"To you, my life isn't worth a flowerpot, is it?" she asked