His tone was full of ridicule, which made Tracy's heart seem to be hit by something violently.
It hurt... She hadn't experienced this kind of pain for a long time.
When Brody ruthlessly tore her wound, she felt that she was so painful that she almost couldn't
breathe.
"I never hated you, Brody!"
With tears on her face, Tracy still looked calm.
"Heh... You don't hate me, really?" He turned her face to him and forced her to look into his black eyes.
Within a second, Tracy turned her head away again.
"Don't you dare to look at me?" Sneered Brody coldly.
With a determined look, she turned her head back at him.
"Say it again. You don't hate me!"
Brody ordered in a tough tone.
"I don't hate you!" Said Tracy in a low spirit, still looking at him with a peaceful face.
"You don't hate me, do you?" Said Brody coldly.
"I don't hate you!" She insisted.
As he loosened her chin, he said coldly, "Tracy, you hate me so much. You want to kill me!"
"I have told you that I don't hate you!"
Tracy suddenly shouted excitedly.
Brody sneered, "Do you need me to prove it for you?"
Turning her face to the other side, a piece of wind was falling on her forehead.
Brody squinted and took the leaf in his hand. Then he crushed it mercilessly.
Standing against a tree stiffly, she slowly closed her eyes.
Without saying anything, Brody just sneered, turned around and left.
She stood motionless, leaning against the tree trunk. She didn't move until night.
The night began to fall. It was quiet all over the world. Around the garden came the rustling of leaves.
The wind was blowing the fallen leaves.
Hearing that, Tracy was so tired that she leaned against the tree trunk and squatted down.
A cold small hand suddenly grabbed her hand on her knees. Startled, Joyce turned her head, her body
trembling.
In the darkness, a small figure squatted beside her. He had the same cold face as Brody, and his eyes
were filled with malicious and cold light.
"Tracy, let's go back!"
Ray took her cold hand and whispered in her ear.
Tracy was stunned at his words.
His voice was pleasant to hear. It sounded as if he had plucked up the strings of instrument.
"You?" She looked at Ray in shock.
Was he talking just now?
It must be an illusion. Ray couldn't speak, right?
Ray seemed to see the shock in her eyes and couldn't help explaining, "I saw my sister, so I can
speak!"
Ray's words further shocked her.
"Your sister?"
She was too shocked to say anything.
"Yes, I can speak since my sister came here this afternoon. In fact, I haven't told you that I have been
practicing speaking all the time."
Seeing the excited look on his face, Tracy forced a wry smile.
All these had nothing to do with her and she didn't want to care about it.
"Aren't you curious about this? My sister and I have a lot of stories. Do you want to hear? Let me tell
you."
Ray blinked and looked at her seriously.
Leaning against the tree trunk, a gust of cold wind poured into her body, making her shiver.
"It's so cold. Let's go back and I'll tell you!" Ray held Tracy's cold hand with an innocent expression on
his face.
She withdrew her hand wearily and said indifferently, "Ray, go back. Be careful not to catch a cold!"
Ray squatted and looked at her apologetically. "Tracy, are you blaming me for not coming here this
afternoon? I didn't hear that you had been here for the whole afternoon until I picked my sister up this
evening."
"I just like this fruit tree. You can leave now," replied Tracy with a wry smile.
Ray shook his head and said, "You are not happy, right?"
Tracy turned her head and looked at Ray strangely. She felt that Ray was speaking more than she had
expected.
"Tracy, I'm sorry. It was all my fault..."
Ray looked at her sincerely and lowered his head.
Seeing that, Tracy smiled faintly and said, "I don't blame you!"
Her heart was bleeding. She remembered that there were so many misunderstandings among Ray,
Brody and her, and each time she was the victim who suffered the most.
However, Brody only sprayed salt on her wounds every time.
"Ray, go back. I really don't blame you. You can't be so obstinate in the future. You can't learn from
Brody. If you don't change it now, you will certainly become as ruthless as him when you grow up."
Ray lowered his head, not knowing what she meant.
Ray didn't fully understand. But he understood that she asked him to correct his fault of being
unreasonable.
"Tracy, my sister is so beautiful. Don't you want to see her?" Ray couldn't help but tempt her when he
saw that she was unwilling to go back.
Tracy was stunned. In fact, she had been shocked a lot when Ray first told her that her sister was still
alive.
But on second thought, that was none of her business. Maybe it was the business between Brody and
Ray's sister. What's it got to do with her?
She was exhausted physically and mentally!
"It's a pity that my elder sister passed away..." Ray said sadly and dejectedly.
He murmured, which confused Tracy even more.
What was Ray talking about?
"Tracy, can we go back first?"
Ray took her hand and begged her slowly in his eyes.
Looking at the anxious look on his face, she didn't want to refuse him again, so she stood up.
When she got up, she found her body stiff after standing for the whole afternoon.
She stood straight and walked into the living room hand in hand with Ray.
When she entered the living room, she was dumbfounded.
On the sofa sat a woman, whose body was wrapped in a large robe.
Maybe she was too skinny, or maybe the robe was too big for her, anyway she looked very petite.
At this moment, even looking at her side face, she could imagine how charming she was.
Tracy was frozen where she was. Ray ran to the girl on the sofa excitedly and called, "Sister, Sister..."
When the girl heard Ray call her, she turned her head, and her gaze just met that of Tracy.
Both of them were stunned!
The first thing came to Tracy's mind was that this woman was weird as her face was sallow and looked
dispirited.
But her eyes were full of spirit.
"Tracy! This is my sister!"
Ray said to Tracy.
Both of them came to their senses when they heard Ray's words, but they were all amused by Ray.
After giving the girl a smile, Tracy walked up to her.
She thought the girl was in her twenties, just like herself.
"Hello!"
Tracy nodded her head generously as a sign of politeness. The girl smiled at her and said, "Don't be so
formal!"
Her tone was a little different from her gentle appearance, and her tone sounded a little bit naughty.
Tracy smiled. She didn't want to look too bothered, so she just said lightly, "Well, if that's the case, I'll
go upstairs first."
The girl nodded.
Tracy turned around and the voice of the girl came from behind, "Oh, you haven't asked my name yet!"
Turning around, Tracy asked with a smile, "Aren't you Juliet?"
After saying that, she was stunned and stood still.
'Aren't you sherry?'
Her heart ached for a moment.
"No, that's my sister's name. You can call me Alice from now on!"
"You..." Tracy was in a daze, not knowing what had happened.
No wonder Ray wanted to tell her a story just now.
Moreover, from the garden till now, she thought Ray was talking about Juliet.
Now she said that she was not Juliet but Juliet's younger sister...
Suddenly, it dawned on Tracy.
"We are twins!" Alice said with a smile.
After a short pause, Tracy answered with a smile, "Yeah, I was wrong again."
She thought that Juliet, Ray and Alice are siblings, but she didn't expect that Juliet and Alice were
twins.
"I told you I would tell you a story, but you didn't listen!"
Ray pouted unhappily.
With a forced smile, Tracy said, "Maybe later!"
A girl appeared in their house for no reason. Shouldn't she be the one to ask questions?
If Alice came here for Ray, it didn't matter.
But Juliet and she looked the same....
Alas...
She shook her head impatiently.
'What are you thinking about?'
She swore to herself.
Maybe it was the same as before. She always liked to predict the things hadn't happened by instinct.
As soon as she went up two stairs, she bumped into Brody who was walking down the stairs.
She walked with her head down in a trance, so her head naturally hit his hard chest.
"Mm-hmm..." Tracy cried out in pain, her body shaking backward and almost falling down.
She frowned and stood in front of him. Without saying a word, Brody got in her way.
He remained still and did not intend to make way for her. He just stared at her slightly pale face with his
black eyes.
"Excuse me."
She said in a cold voice.
Brody kept motionless, as if he hadn't heard her.
Noticing that he had no intention of making way for her, she stood still and kept her mouth shut.
After a glance, he moved aside.
With an expressionless face, Tracy walked upstairs.
She couldn't help but wonder. When she went up the last stair, she couldn't help but look back.
What she saw made her face a little stiff.
"Ray, it's wonderful that you can speak now!"
Alice came forward and held Brody's arm intimately.
But Brody didn't push her away.
"Yes! Do you think that's all your credit? Ray has been practicing it all the time!"
teased Brody.
"Humph... He wouldn't have been able to speak if I hadn't come back to him."
Alice said naughtily.
Brody pushed her arm away and asked her concernedly, "Have you taken medicine?"
Alice shook her head and said, "No. I will die anyway!"
Alice said lightly, as if she had no fear of death.
Standing upstairs, Tracy saw everything that had happened. She opened her eyes wide and then
looked at Alice.
Now she finally understood why Alice's clothes looked over-sized.
Because she was too skinny... And she also knew why Alice's face was sallow but her eyes were
bright.
Because she got sick, but she was very optimistic!
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