Chapter 18


    In the afternoon, the wind is as quiet as the dead who have passed away. There are only traces of the


    past.


    In the cemetery.


    The cemetery is so clean that even the wind seems to be still. Poppy borrowed Arno''s car and drove


    for more than an hour to her mother''s grave.


    She walks in step by step with a bunch of white carnations in her hand, her eyes are solemn, and her


    mouth is tight without a smile.


    After a while, her footsteps lighten a little. Shees to her mother''s grave, and looks at the mottled


    picture of her mother. Her eyes can''t help but red.


    There is no fresh grass in the overgrown cemetery. The withered grass is like the sad life. People only


    be a bunch of white bones in the end.


    She puts down the flowers and kneels in front of the tombstone, sobbing, "Mom, I''ve came back alive


    from abroad.."


    The weeds around her mother''s tombstone are reborn. Poppy pulls and burns all of them. Her white


    hand are pricked by the weeds. Atst, she wipes the tombstone clean, especially the picture that has


    been mottled.


    When everything is cleaned up, she puts the carnation in front of the tombstone. The ce where the


    wind passes is scattered with the fragrance. However, the ck-and-white photo makes Poppy''s heart


    more painful.


    The warm wind in early summer blows her hair, but it can''t warm her cold heart.


    "Mom, I said before I left, that as long as Ie back from America alive, I will never let that family live


    well. Now, it''s time for me to fulfill my promise."


    She sits down, close to the cold tombstone, but her heart bes warm. "You once said to me that we


    must be good, and a good person will have good rewards, but see what happened to you? Is this the


    ‘good rewards'' for a good person?"


    The sadness and hatred in her eyes interweave into a group, and the past scenes are reyed in her


    mind like a movie, just like a knife cutting her wrist.


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    And the blood flows silently in her heart. Usually she doesn''t feel so painful. But the pain at this


    moment seems to suffocate her.


    The scene of her mother''s death reappears in her mind.


    The red blood flowed from the wound of the wrist endlessly. Her mother was lying in the pool of blood,


    she was as pale as a piece of fragile white paper. At the age of ten, Poppy saw her mother''s death with


    her own eyes.


    But no matter how she shouted or how she cried, her mother didn''t wake up to look at her.


    Poppy raises a bitter smiles, and touches at the ck-and-white photos with her cold fingers. "Mom, if I


    be a bad woman. Don''t me me. They force me!"


    She looks at the sky. "Directly killing a person does not make her suffer from torture and pain. Only by


    taking away her most precious and caring things, can she live worse than death."


    It''s this kind of feeling makes her impressive and unforgettable. Her mother''s death is the pain of her


    life.


    "Mom, would you think I''m a bad person? But I want to get revenge, even if I would be a monster,


    I have no regrets."


    She has seen through all things. The wind blows, buries her voice, but let her remember the taste of


    hatred.


    She hugs the tombstone tightly. The cold chill reaches her heart, but she feels extremely warm.


    Because she knows that her mother''s soul is always with her.


    ...


    It''s quiet at night. The night in early summer is still a little bit cold. But this kind of weather is suitable for


    running at night. Other people run at night for exercise, but for Poppy, it is just for venting.


    After going to see her mother in the afternoon, Poppy''s heart is full of the mes of revenge, and it


    burns almost all her internal organs.


    She runs slowly and steadily forward, the road under her feet seems not smooth, just like the road of


    her revenge, rough and endless.


    At this time, tens of meters behind her on the road, a Maybach is driving under the moon night. Kenny


    looks at the time, it is 9:00 p.m. He opens the window and throws out the cigarette butts in his hand,


    but identally he sees a familiar figure running on the sidewalk.


    "Little fox..."


    There''s a corner ahead. Kenny speeds up. He stops at the corner and blocks her way.


    The familiar scene makes Poppy frown slightly. As expected, she sees Kenny get off from the car. The


    familiar scene made poppy frown slightly. As expected, she saw Kenny get off from the car. Poppy


    raises a smile, her eyes blinks cunningly. She didn''t expect that the fish woulde to the so soon.


    "Hey, are you really think of yourself as a crab? Bully others in the street." She stops jogging and steps


    forward panting.


    "Then can I take you away?" Kenny asks.


    Poppy relies him. "Is there a reason?"


    "I think you''re so tired running. I want to give you a ride." Kenny makes an excuse.


    Poppy thinks about it for a while and ns to ept it. "OK, I''ll take this excuse."


    She goes to his car actively.


    Kenny looks at her enchanting figure, and has some expectations.


    See where else you can escape, you little fox.