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Chapter 551
Drizzle began falling from the somber sky.
The candle flame danced along to the cold breeze.
Olivia wiped the raindrop off her face, muttering, “Mona, is that you?”
Two drops of rain landed beneath Mona’s eyes on the picture, making it seem as though she was
crying.
It broke Olivia’s heart to see that.
She caressed the gravestone. “Don’t worry, Mona. I will take good care of your family. They are my
family from now onward.
“Please rest in peace. In your next life … Find a better person in your next life.”
The drizzle showered the whole village after the funeral.
Instead of leaving immediately, she went to Mona’s old residence.
It had been a while since Mona’s family moved to a big city. They would only return to their hometown
during festive days like New Year’s, so the house was usually empty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe house seemed to be shabby. The apple tree and grapevine trellis stood in the rain, seeped with
loneliness.
Olivia stood below the grapevine trellis. She could imagine an adorable girl eating apples on a hot
summer evening. The little girl waved a fan while listening to the story of Orpheus and Eurydice from
an older person.
“This is Mona’s favorite grape. It’s a pity that she can’t have them anymore,” Allen recounted Mona’s
past story while standing beside Olivia.
Olivia was listening to him attentively. There was a smile across her lips occasionally. “She sure is a
mischievous kid.”
“Yeah, she’s the most mischievous kid in this village. But she scores academically. That was why we
moved to the city. Our parents worked hard to feed us. We thought that good days were ahead of us.
Who knew…”
She looked at his red eyes and patted his shoulder. “Don’t cry. I’m your sister from now onward. Study
hard. Don’t disappoint
her.”
“Okay.”
Olivia officially introduced herself to Mona’s family. Since it was getting late, she decided to crash at the
place for a night before leaving.
She slept in Mona’s room.
Even Mona’s bedsheet left traces of her past. The whole room was filled with the certificates of
achievements she had received since she was young.
Olivia listened to the rain as her back rested against Ethan’s warm chest.
He basically followed her everywhere she went, but she didn’t mind it.
When she was head over heels for him, he was the closest person to her; now that her love had died,
she merely saw him as a bodyguard.
Olivia faced her back to him as usual. The old-fashioned light cast a warm yellow sheen over her face,
but it couldn’t stave off her coldness.
Only coldness and moisture filled the silent room.
Something was unfurling without anyone knowing.
Ethan broke the silence. “Allen personally told me that he wishes to attend military school.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOlivia turned around, furrowing her brows. “Military school? Doesn’t he wanna go to medical school?”
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Mona had frequently mentioned her brother with pride.
The glint in Ethan’s eyes slightly wavered. “He shares the same notion as you, claiming that practicing
medicine won’t be able to save people.”
She sighed. “Fine. Let him be.”
The following day, when Olivia and Ethan wanted to leave the place, an older woman with white hair
visited.
She was so old that her steps were wobbly. She hugged a colorful blanket in her arms. “Megan, your
daughter previously asked me to patch a blanket. Do you still want it?”
Megan wore an awkward expression. “Olivia, it was supposed to be a gift for
you, but now
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Olivia suppressed the pain ripping through her heart. “I want it. Why not? It’s nice to have a souvenir.
Madam, here, I’ll take it.
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“Okay. Mona kept reminding me to use fine threads and cloth to make it. I personally dried the cotton.
It’s comfy and warm. You…”
The older woman looked at Olivia, and her face fell. “Y-You’re finally back…”