Three years after my death, my soul was still trapped beside Alex Cameron. I witnessed how the once energetic young man turned into a cripple.At this moment, Alex was hunched over, rummaging through smelly trash cans. I floated above him. Looking at his messy, hay-like hair, I felt so heartbroken that I wanted to cry, but I could not shed a single tear."Alex, stop it. Your hands are wounded..." My ghostly fingers passed through his dirty cheeks. He could not hear me. He just numbly turned the wheelchair and prepared to go to the next trash can.Just then, a black car blocked his way. The car window slowly lowered, revealing the familiar faces of my parents, whom I had not seen in three years. At that moment, my spirit body involuntarily trembled."Hey, isn't that the tough peasant boy from back then?" Mom took off her sunglasses and took out a handkerchief from her bag, tightly covering her nose. "How did you end up like this? Weren't you tough when you took Naomi Horner away?"
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