Chapter 349


    "Mom." Izabe looked at the smiling woman in the photo, sniffled, and said with a thick nasal voice,


    "I really wanna see you, I thought I''d see you when I died, but I didn''t expect to live another life.


    Why did Ie back, but you guys didn''t?"


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    Why was she the only one who came back?


    Did they not even want her when she died?


    Izabe wiped the photo on the tombstone. The woman in the photo had a gentle smile, as beautiful


    as a painting.


    She hugged the tombstone, curled up, her head leaning on the photo, like a child snuggling and


    seeking warmth in her mother''s arms.


    "Mom, I wish you could hug me." When Izabe opened her mouth, her throat felt stuck with a


    de, pulling at the wound and tearing in pain.


    Izabe''s nose turned red, and she bit her lip, crying helplessly.


    She missed her mom so much, wanting her embrace, kiss, lubies, and hearing these words when


    she was most desperate and helpless.


    "Don''t be afraid. Mom is here."


    Izabe cried silently, her eyes sore and dry, tears dried up deep in her eyes, and her eyes red like


    they were about to bleed.


    "Dad, Mom, I won''t let anyone bully me anymore. I won''t repeat my mistakes. I can protect myself


    and won''t destroy my pride and dignity."


    As she spoke, Izabe choked back a sob, her mouth bitter. She lowered her hand, turned to


    another tombstone, deeply bowed, and hit her forehead on the cement ground, leaving a red mark.


    "Dad, please protect Mom well down there."


    The weather in R City was strange, sunny and rainy at the same time. The sun shone through the


    clouds, making them golden, but even the most considerable sun couldn''t warm this cold ce.


    The cemetery was quiet, except for the sound of raindrops and birdsong. Izabe looked up, and


    the initially cold rain became gentle, not irritating when it fell into her eyes.


    Izabe sat by the tombstone in the drizzle for a full hour, soaking wet. Her body was cold and


    weak, just like her previous life. She staggered to her feet and swayed in the wind.


    Izabe returned to the store to get an umbre, and the owner saw her soaked and worriedly said,


    "I thought you forgot to take the umbre and left? Look at you, all wet. Wipe yourself with a towel."


    "Thank you, but I don''t need it." She touched her wet clothes, soaked through. It would be better not


    to wear them.


    Luckily, Casey had bought her several changes of clothes.


    "Boss, can I use your restroom?"


    "Sure, it''s the first one on the left after you go in."


    Izabe went in with the bag, changed her wet clothes, thanked the boss, and left the store with the


    umbre.


    As soon as she left the shop, Izabe saw a car approaching from around the corner, its headlights


    shing and illuminating her.


    Izabe squinted, holding her umbre to block the headlights, and her vision was also blocked.


    The engine sound got closer and closer until it stopped not far from her.


    The rain fell on the umbre with a pattering sound, covering the sound of footsteps.


    Izabe tightly held the umbre, leaning back, looking up at the ck Hummer four meters away.


    The car door opened, and Brett''s pale face came into view.


    He wore a dark shirt and pants. His eyes fixed on Izabe.


    Izabe''s face became even more serious, thinking, how dare Brett show his face here!


    Recalling the past, Izabe clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms but not feeling it.


    Hatred filled her emotions, and she tried to stay calm, her lips stiffly curved into a forced smile,


    pretending nothing was wrong.


    Brett didn''t use an umbre, got out of the car, and walked straight into the rain. His eyes were


    deep, filled with obsession, attachment, surprise from regaining something lost, and fantasies of


    reconciliation.


    He approached Izabe and took off the small hair tie from his finger, "Izabe, look, I found it, the


    hair tie you threw into the river."


    Izabe stood still, watching Brette closer step by step, finally standing before her.


    She still had to look up at him, but this man had lost his qualifications to be arrogant.


    Izabe calmly looked at him for two seconds and finally met his eyes, her lips slightly moving, "So


    what?"


    "Didn''t you say that you would forgive me if I found this hair tie?"


    "You believed that?" Izabe sneered, her eyes full of ridicule.


    Brett''s face quickly became stiff, and his pupils contracted. He stubbornly believed Izabe wouldn''t


    lie to him and repeated the question, trying to confirm the truth.


    "You said, as long as I jumped into the river to find the hair tie you threw in, I coulde to see you,


    and you would forgive me. right?"


    "Brett, have you ever heard a cicada call in winter?"