Cecilia Vaughn's tears fell like rain, her heart felt as if it were tightly bound by countless vines, squeezing tighter and tighter, nearly causing pain that made it difficult for her to breathe.
"It wasn't me... it wasn't me..."
She woke up, but her consciousness still seemed to linger on the feeble and defenseless girl she was three years ago.
Back then, it was just a few days after she had just become an adult.
She had just stepped out of high school, longing for the carefree life of college, dreaming of walking into the marriage hall with the person she loved.
...
"Cecilia... don't be sad... I know you didn't do it, I believe you..."
"It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake... it's all in the past now..."
Adrian Law held Cecilia Vaughn tightly, his defined fingers carefully embraced Cecilia, and for a moment, he even felt that this little wife of his was like a fragile, transparent doll that might vanish right before his eyes any second.
