Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 561.

Light rain fell from the dark sky.

The cold wind blew the light of the candles swaying, and the paper money swirled in the wind.

Aveline wiped the rain on her face and whispered: "Roselyn, are you here?"

Two drops of rain fell right under Roselyn's eyes in the photo. It looked like the person in the photo was smiling and crying, feeling unspeakably sad.

Aveline stroked the tombstone, "Roselyn, don't worry, I will take good care of your family. Your family will be my family from now on. You can move on with peace of mind. In your next life...you must choose a good fate in your next life."

After the funeral, the entire village was enveloped in dense light rain.

Aveline did not leave immediately but went to Roselyn's old house.

It has been a long time since their family moved to a big city. Except for the New Year and other important events that make them go there every year, the house was usually empty.

The house looked dilapidated, and the apple trees and grape vines in the yard stood alone in the rain.

Aveline stood under the grape vines, and a cute little girl seemed to flash before her eyes. She was eating fruit on a hot summer evening, waving a cattail leaf fan, and listening to the old man telling the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

"Roselyn, she likes to eat these grapes very much, but it's a pity that she will never be able to eat them again."

telling the

listened attentively and would twitch her lips from

most mischievous child in this town. However, with such an attitude she had very good grades, so our family was able to move to the city. My parents work hard to support us. I thought I am finally going to live a good

his red eyes and patted his shoulder, "Don't cry, I will be your sister from now on. You must study hard and don't let me

"Okay."

getting late, and Aveline planned to stay

room, even the bedsheets had traces of time,

sound of rain

Alexander was almost inseparable from her,

for him, Alexander was her close lover. In her eyes, Alexander

carried him on

and the soft,

6ould

Aveline's face.

silent atmosphere, the room was cold and

An undercurrent surges silently.

took the

atmosphere and

with me and

the military academy in the

around quickly, her delicate brows furrowed,