My Family's Regret
"Jasmine, that woman who broke your leg, I made her crawl on the ground for the rest of her life. That eases your pain, right?"
I floated beside the tombstone, watching his increasingly haggard face but increasingly crazy eyes without a trace of emotion in my heart.
Could these acts of revenge bring me back to life?
No.
So, they were meaningless.
[Time remaining before return: 1 hour.]
The system prompt sounded.
Mom lost her dancing talent and became a cripple who had difficulty even walking normally.
She locked herself in her old practice room every day, playing the video of me dancing when I was a child over and over again.