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

our faces, a sense of

and tomatoes growing in the garden added to

a princess under her loving

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 I wanted, she

now, the one person who had given me that warmth and love was gone

do so much for you. I want to spend more time with you." The

catch my

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 her in heaven and found

in my dream

see

my family, all 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 turned into a

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

the strength to grow flowers in this mire, but