Chapter 18 chapter eight

I came to the edge of the cliff again. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and the hotel should be busy soon. I watched the torn photos blowing in the wind. (Mother, you are really charming.) I called out to my mother, seeing her slender body. (Men will be fascinated by you.) It makes me happy to know that my mother is so beautiful. (it's time.) I close my eyes. I have a secret that I would rather die than tell anyone, and that is why I am determined to forget about this hotel. The morning after my mother died, I saw the uncle standing on the edge of the cliff, and vaguely felt that my mother's death had something to do with this uncle who took pictures of us.When I saw him for the first time, I was afraid that my mother would be snatched by him. At this moment, I couldn't help feeling that he was responsible for her death.I hated him—why did the mother die and he lived?

I quietly walked behind him and pushed him off the cliff. I killed that nasty person. Maybe I remembered this incident, so I came back here on purpose.If I hadn't come, my childhood self would not have been able to kill my uncle. (My mother and I died on the same day...) I nodded silently, ready to meet the arrangement of fate. I pretended not to hear the footsteps slowly approaching behind me. That was my own footsteps. I struggled to resist the urge to look back. Me as a child and me now, holding my breath at the same time.