Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

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No one would have guessed that Mr. Campbell, who is famous in NY, would be most relaxed when he was squatting in the storage room in home clothes and looking through the small things in the past.

The storage room is very large. Sofia remembers entering it once when she was a child. It is about 70 to 80 square meters. There are welded iron shelves inside, and boxes are piled everywhere on it.

In fact, Sofia should be able to take these things away. After all, what was auctioned back then was only the main house of the Campbell Family and the valuable furniture in the house, but the things in the storage room should not be included in the scope of Finley’s auction.

Sofia pushed the storage room door and locked it.

The lock on the door of this storage room is still the old- fashioned lock decades ago, with an iron buckle and a small iron lock on it, which looks quite old.

Sofia tugged at the lock on the door, found a wrench from the toolbox in the nanny’s room, and easily took the lock off.

Sofia opened the door, closed it, and turned on the light on the wall of the storage room.

When Dad was designing the storage room, in order to prevent the things inside from weathering, only some vent holes were designed without windows.

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wrong with turning on the light.

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dust in front of her, looked through the rows of iron shelves, and finally saw some photo albums and

decades

were photos of her father’s youth, and she felt a severe headache when she looked at it.

man in the photo will never appear in her world again.

about to put the photo album back when something suddenly dropped.

ago. It is a plastic pocket that can be inserted into the processed photos. Some people will insert many photos in one place at the same

and the

blood all over her body was rushing to the top of

all of which are photos of

each other. There is even a picture of my father

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the person Dad loves the most is not her mother, nor her and her

an instant, and her

the backpack she carried, but found that there were lines

to it again. Isn’t it absurd that it took her a daughter to get to know him three years after her father’s

all in my father’s handwriting. The handwriting is not

Sofia feels a little uncomfortable in this dark night, she doesn’t want to