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

warm breeze on our

cucumbers and tomatoes growing in the garden

a princess under

such care, making it soft 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

the one person who had given me that warmth and love

pancakes again. I want to do so much for you. I want to spend more time with you." The moce spoke, the ace the sadness overwhelmed me. Tears Streamed down my face, and I cried so hard Suddenly, a Lucrup

couldn't 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

in my dream

suddenly recalled a saying-the ghosts people tear might just be the ones someone has longed to see but couldn't. I felt a strange comfort in having such a dream beton

forher selfish pursuit of love Sie had dragged my entire life into a pit of darliness What was once a bright and hopeful future for me had

she had also urged me

strength to grow flowers in this mire, but who could