My other friends were also drawn to Maxine's cries.
Their expressions when they saw me were mostly the same as Maxine's: they looked at me with tears in their eyes, then rushed over and hugged me.
They dragged me into the living room and asked me to tell them about this period of time.
In fact, I did not want to recall, because every memory meant the pain of the repeat. But when I saw their eyes, It was hard to say no. So I had to tell them the worst of the past word for word.
"I ...... didn't get to see my parents' bodies again, and I didn't get to avenge them as I had hoped. I am sorry, I am not a filial daughter ......"
"Stop it, Rosalie, stop it." Maxine said to me in a trembling voice, "You have done everything you could do, you are brave and strong, you will always be our pride.
