Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 292

Helping the real murderer escape Justice-wasn't that a crime in itself?

they paid for everything they had done.

All of their actions, one by one, had left indelible marks on my heart. One day, I would make sure the

I had thought that bringing them to justice would bring peace to Grandma's soul, but in my dream, she only sighed softly. "I don't want me vet granddaughter to live with such a heavy heart. I just want you to be safe and happy," she said, gently stroking my hair, just like she used to and wrapped her small arms around me when I was little.

I was dooded with memodes of my happiest childhood days when Grandma would sit in her chair while I sat on a small stool by her side.

Back then, I was a tiny, adorable thing, and Grandma always wore a smile, basling in the sunlight.

We'd sit in ther

breeze on our faces, a sense

growing in the garden added to the peaceful

like a princess

and neat. Grandma always braided my hair into cute little pigtails, just like the other girls. I'd watch with admiration, feelin No matter what I wanted, she would always do her

person who had given me that

for you. I want to spend more time with you." The moce spoke, the ace

catch

my face, my eyes swollen and red. When I opened them, the burning sensation made believing it was just a dream even harder. Since Grandma passed away, I never had such a vivid dream of her, I missed her so deeply. Perhaps she felt my longing for

in my dream

recalled a saying-the ghosts people tear might just be the ones someone has longed to see but couldn't. I felt a strange

dragged my entire life into a pit of darliness What was once a

pursue my dreams, but she had also urged me to let go of hatred.

strength to grow flowers in this mire,