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

in

like a princess under

would renderly smoothiny hair, and she'd comb it with 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,

had given me that

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

couldn't catch my

red. When I opened them, the burning sensation made believing it was just a dream even harder. Since Grandma passed away,

in my dream

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 lembarked

into a pit

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

the strength to grow flowers in this mire, but who could ever heal the wounds inside my