Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

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Sofia turned on her mobile phone and flipped through the materials while taking notes. When inspiration came, she simply sketched it with a brush.

She made soup for Daisy, who could eat when she got home. from work.

Thinking of this, the pen in Sofia’s hand stopped. If she could make a lot of money, if her mother’s health could get better, if she could save money, she would not let Daisy continue to drink.

Her body would be ruined if she kept drinking.

Daisy liked flowers. She lived in the North when she was a child. Her father was a coal miner and died in an accident.

But her father’s pension was cheated out by her mother’s lover, and her mother jumped into the river in anger. Her grandfather had passed away long ago, so she lived with her grandmother.

In her sophomore year of high school, her grandmother fell ill, so she became a wine hostess to treat her grandma.

However, her grandma still died, but she was stuck in the mud and could never get out.

Daisy once told Sofia that she liked flowers the most. Her hometown was desolate, and only in summer, her grandma’s yard was full of flowers, which has become her best

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memory.

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painted flowers all over Daisy’s T–shirt, and

there was a knock

watch, it was two o’clock

Three o’clock was considered early, and many times

today, Sofia thought Daisy must have forgotten

“Sofia put down the pen

a smile, “Did you

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the man standing at the door

building. There was not even a decent property department. The corridor door below was broken down by someone and

mottled and gray, and red or black phone numbers were sprayed on the dirty walls that could not be seen in

face. He was wearing a high–end black suit, his hair was a

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torn loose, and he exuded

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to the dilapidated and poor surroundings, he was handsome, but at

close the door, but his strong arm blocked it. He raised his hand to grab Sofia’s neck and pushed

bang, the door

screamed, and the neighbors next door didn’t

abruptly. Finley pressed her against the mottled wall and