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."

Aveline, telling the story of

lips from time to time,

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

"Don't cry, I will be your sister from now on. You must study

"Okay."

them as family. It was getting late, and Aveline planned

in Roselyn's room, even the bedsheets had traces of time, and the room was filled with awards

to the sound of rain outside,

was almost inseparable from her,

Alexander was her close lover. In her eyes, Alexander

habitually carried him

the soft, old-fashioned

warm yellow light, 6ould not erase the

face. fo

atmosphere, the room was cold and

An undercurrent surges silently.

took the

and said:

with me

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turned around quickly, her delicate