Chapter 9

After being scolded, the three of them lowered their heads in silence.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. When it came to cutting words, no one could beat Lucy. Her tongue was like a blade dipped in poison.

Seeing they had come, Lucy patted the dust off her clothes and got up to leave.

My family laid the food in front of my tombstone and began talking to me.

Mom had cried herself blind. My parents were hunched over, their bodies frail and trembling.

David, once in the prime of his life, now had graying hair, worn by time. He had none of the charm I once fell for.

As they spoke, my mother began crying again. They could only console her and slowly help her away.

In front of the tombstone, all kinds of candies, beautiful dresses, photos of me on a seaside trip, and that ring were all neatly placed.

So my parents did know what I loved most as a child, what I had always longed for.

They also knew that even little children could feel pain. However, they had chosen to ignore my feelings an