Heart Hunting

Chapter 18

In the afternoon, the wind is as quiet as the dead who have passed away. There are only traces of the

past.

In the cemetery.

The cemetery is so clean that even the wind seems to be still. Poppy borrowed Arno's car and drove

for more than an hour to her mother's grave.

She walks in step by step with a bunch of white carnations in her hand, her eyes are solemn, and her

mouth is tight without a smile.

After a while, her footsteps lighten a little. She comes to her mother's grave, and looks at the mottled

picture of her mother. Her eyes can't help but red.

There is no fresh grass in the overgrown cemetery. The withered grass is like the sad life. People only

become a bunch of white bones in the end.

She puts down the flowers and kneels in front of the tombstone, sobbing, "Mom, I've came back alive

from abroad.."

The weeds around her mother's tombstone are reborn. Poppy pulls and burns all of them. Her white

hand are pricked by the weeds. At last, she wipes the tombstone clean, especially the picture that has

been mottled.

When everything is cleaned up, she puts the carnation in front of the tombstone. The place where the

wind passes is scattered with the fragrance. However, the black-and-white photo makes Poppy's heart

more painful.

The warm wind in early summer blows her hair, but it can't warm her cold heart.

"Mom, I said before I left, that as long as I come back from America alive, I will never let that family live

well. Now, it's time for me to fulfill my promise." Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She sits down, close to the cold tombstone, but her heart becomes warm. "You once said to me that we

must be good, and a good person will have good rewards, but see what happened to you? Is this the

‘good rewards' for a good person?"

The sadness and hatred in her eyes interweave into a group, and the past scenes are replayed in her

mind like a movie, just like a knife cutting her wrist.

And the blood flows silently in her heart. Usually she doesn't feel so painful. But the pain at this

moment seems to suffocate her.

The scene of her mother's death reappears in her mind.

The red blood flowed from the wound of the wrist endlessly. Her mother was lying in the pool of blood,

she was as pale as a piece of fragile white paper. At the age of ten, Poppy saw her mother's death with

her own eyes.

But no matter how she shouted or how she cried, her mother didn't wake up to look at her.

Poppy raises a bitter smiles, and touches at the black-and-white photos with her cold fingers. "Mom, if I

become a bad woman. Don't blame me. They force me!"

She looks at the sky. "Directly killing a person does not make her suffer from torture and pain. Only by

taking away her most precious and caring things, can she live worse than death."

It's this kind of feeling makes her impressive and unforgettable. Her mother's death is the pain of her

life.

"Mom, would you think I'm a bad person? But I want to get revenge, even if I would become a monster,

I have no regrets."

She has seen through all things. The wind blows, buries her voice, but let her remember the taste of

hatred.

She hugs the tombstone tightly. The cold chill reaches her heart, but she feels extremely warm.

Because she knows that her mother's soul is always with her.

...

It's quiet at night. The night in early summer is still a little bit cold. But this kind of weather is suitable for

running at night. Other people run at night for exercise, but for Poppy, it is just for venting.

After going to see her mother in the afternoon, Poppy's heart is full of the flames of revenge, and it

burns almost all her internal organs.

She runs slowly and steadily forward, the road under her feet seems not smooth, just like the road of

her revenge, rough and endless.

At this time, tens of meters behind her on the road, a Maybach is driving under the moon night. Kenny

looks at the time, it is 9:00 p.m. He opens the window and throws out the cigarette butts in his hand,

but accidentally he sees a familiar figure running on the sidewalk.

"Little fox..."

There's a corner ahead. Kenny speeds up. He stops at the corner and blocks her way.

The familiar scene makes Poppy frown slightly. As expected, she sees Kenny get off from the car. The

familiar scene made poppy frown slightly. As expected, she saw Kenny get off from the car. Poppy

raises a smile, her eyes blinks cunningly. She didn't expect that the fish would come to the net so soon.

"Hey, are you really think of yourself as a crab? Bully others in the street." She stops jogging and steps

forward panting.

"Then can I take you away?" Kenny asks.

Poppy relies him. "Is there a reason?"

"I think you're so tired running. I want to give you a ride." Kenny makes an excuse.

Poppy thinks about it for a while and plans to accept it. "OK, I'll take this excuse."

She goes to his car actively.

Kenny looks at her enchanting figure, and has some expectations.

See where else you can escape, you little fox.