Chapter 961

The woman could not help but cover her face, crying while asking, "Why are there so many deaths

in this world?"

I wanted to know the answer to that question too.

The woman sat on the ground and looked at the photo on the tombstone, saying, "There was once

a couple who gave birth to a boy and a girl. They were supposed to be a happy family of four, but

the unpredictable happened and a disaster struck, causing the children to lose their father. Their

mother was in tears day and night. When she finally managed to pull herself together, she realized

that it was too difficult to raise two children by herself. Hence, she remarried and took her son with

her while leaving her daughter with her grandmother."

After a pause, she looked at me with a miserable smile. "Unlike in movies where grandmothers are

nice to their grandchildren, this grandmother did not like the little girl at all. She scolded her for

being a useless wench and a spoilsport just like her mother. With the loss of her son and grandson,

she took out all her anger on this little girl. The girl was used to her scolding. She eventually ran

away from her grandmother when she grew up. When she entered society, fate was not on her side.

"She was in so much pain, thinking that she came into this world just to endure suffering. She could

not understand why she hadn't had a happy day since she was born. She eventually couldn't take it

anymore and ended her life at her father’s grave.”

Just listening to her story alone, I could already feel how much pain the little girl in the story was in-

not t o mention the girl who experienced this firsthand.

I looked at her and felt suffocated inside. She must be the girl in the story, right?

The woman left after saying that. I figured I must have gotten it wrong. She was probably not the girl

in the story because the girl eventually died at her father's grave.

I did not return to the house where I once lived with Munchkin but instead went back to the hotel

near the train station. I was afraid that I would not want to leave and I would permanently sink into

depression.

I was not in a good condition to stay in Zenon. The peaceful life here would only bring me to an

early end.

I slept very early that night. I saw my son in my dreams. He waved to say goodbye to me. I cried

hard i n my dreams and could not go back to sleep after I awoke in tears.

My memories were pried open and it hurt so badly it felt like my heart was being torn.

I went downstairs to buy breakfast the next day and heard people in the shop talking. They were

saying that a woman had committed suicide last night at the cemetery.

"That woman isn’t very old. She’s only 30 or so. It's such a pity."

"Are you serious?”

"No way."

Several voiced their doubts because hardly anyone died an unnatural death in a small town like

Zenon, hence it was hard for them to believe it.

"It’s true. I got up this morning and saw someone forwarding the news in the drivers' group. I'm sure

the news will be out soon," one of the cab drivers said.

I listened quietly and had a very bad feeling in my heart.

I returned to the hotel and switched on the TV to find the local news channel. Sure enough, it was

reporting a woman’s suicide.

The woman killed herself in front of a tombstone.

How could I not be familiar with the place when I was just there yesterday? I suddenly found it

difficult to breathe.

Thinking of the story she told me yesterday, I could not help but clench my hands together. 1