She didn’t even dare to look behind to know who it was, because it was only her father that had been calling her Yor from when she was just a kid.
Biting her lower lips that were suddenly trembling, she kept on walking as if not hearing what her father had said, afraid that she would break down on the spot.
Because it was actually the first time that her father had said such words to her again, remembering that the last time was when he had still not gotten influenced by the drugs.
She just keeps on walking with the heavy steps, and a blurring sight of her surroundings, clenching the strap of her backpack, she continues to walk down the path where she was going.
Trying to stuff all of the feelings deep within her heart, she was about to stop her walking, thinking that she needed to tak
