Chapter 247: Chapter 247: mories from the Depths
Her appearance would remind him of a cat with bristled fur.
Though she acted fiercely, in the eyes of others, she was still adorable.
At least, that’s how he saw it.
She had a sweet and charming face, even when she was angry she couldn’t look that scary. Those eyes glaring round and big, like two beautiful glass beads.
The sweet and innocent type of woman was never his preference.
He had always liked glamorous won, those who exuded extre beauty, like a blooming red rose, bold and arrogant.
Yet, after spending ti with her, she occupied a sowhat different place in his heart.
He began to gradually pay attention to her.
Although to him it didn’t an much, one thing was clear: she was different from the won around him.
He could treat other won as transparent, but with her, in part, there was sothing that caught his eye.
He suddenly felt that his future days might beco much more interesting, trying sothing he had never tried seed pretty appealing.
Watching her turn around grinding her teeth, Matthew Saxon couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.
The magazine in his hand remained unread, he casually flipped through it a couple of tis before tossing it aside.
He then intertwined his hands behind his head, eyes squinting slightly, leaning back, staring blankly at a certain spot in the night sky.
"Brother Matthew, do you know what that star is?"
"Look, over there is the Male Prostitute Star, over there is the Weaver Girl Star, separated by the Milky Way. Grandma said, the Male Prostitute and the Weaver Girl could et only once a year. When they et, lots of magpies gather on the Milky Way to form a bridge, thus the bridge is called the Magpie Bridge."
"Also, over there is the Seven Stars, and over there is the Big Dipper."
"There is Orion, which will have teor showers."
In his ears, the childish voice resurfaced from buried mories.
Matthew Saxon recalled the little girl calling him Brother Matthew persistently, clinging to him like a Little Tail.
She had long, slightly curly black hair, large eyes, long eyelashes, and a tiny mouth, soft and pink like a flower petal.
Despite being a beautifully crafted little girl, she never cared to tidy herself up.
Her shiny black hair was always braided into two ssy pigtails.
She didn’t like wearing skirts because it wasn’t convenient for her to climb trees.
During his childhood, she accompanied him for rely two months.
But those two months beca an unforgettable mory lasting over twenty years.
He cared for her, cherished her, didn’t allow anyone to bully her, yet in the end, he had to watch helplessly as she was swept away by the ruthless waves.
He couldn’t save her.
He still vividly rembered her last words cried out when she was taken away by the waves.
The terrified scream she made would never leave his mory.
Crying and screaming, Brother Matthew, save !
The scream that haunted him in nightmares for more than a year once again echoed beside his ears.
The handso demonic face suddenly turned pale, Matthew Saxon clenched his fists tightly, painfully closing his eyes.
The scar on his heart was torn open once more, bleeding profusely, the pain nearly suffocating him.
Little Tail, I’m sorry, it was Brother Matthew who let you down.
He hadn’t been able to save her, at that mont, his mind went blank, he was paralyzed.
By the ti he snapped back, he dashed madly into the ocean, only to be forcefully held back.
"Young Master, you cannot go, you don’t know how to swim, you’ll drown."
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