Over time, she had become somewhat sensitive. Every time she moved her body, she felt something was about to surge out of her body, and then the smell of rancidity that was strong enough to penetrate her flesh and flesh surrounded her.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of her parents' death. It seems that it will rain every year at this time.
They have no graves, only a photo that she had brought with her on the day of the accident. She never expected that it would become her only thought.
Heat welled up in her eyes, which was particularly obvious in the slightly cold weather. She did not control the hot flashes and let the sourness develop wantonly. But this year is not as good as in previous years. She didn't even have that photo, and she didn't know when she could leave here.
The bracelet
