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."

stood beside Aveline, telling the story of Roselyn's

listened attentively and would twitch her lips from time to

with such an attitude she had very good grades, so our family was able to move to the city. My

cry, I will be your sister from

"Okay."

It was getting late,

in Roselyn's room, even the bedsheets had traces of time, and the room

sound of rain outside, with Alexander's hot

from

for him, Alexander was her close lover. In her eyes, Alexander was just a bodyguard in

habitually carried him

the soft,

light, 6ould not

Aveline's face.

the silent atmosphere, the room was cold and

An undercurrent surges silently.

the initiative to

and said: "Ross

me

for the military academy

her delicate brows furrowed, "Military