NovelEnglishIn the end, Max was defeated.
But it's not a compromise there.
Rather, it was because he thought of something else.
"Don't worry Bonnie, at the party tomorrow, I'll make sure everyone knows that | have a super pretty and perfect sister!" Max
assured.
Bonnie's heart was vaguely uneasy, "Brother, what do you want to do?"
"You'll know when the tcomes." Max's mouth curled up in a smug smile.
A dinner, that's all.
After dinner, Bonnie followed Old Mr. Pearson out for a walk.
Walking in the garden of the Pearson Family, Old Mr. Pearson introduced very gently, "The flower bed over there, which your
mother planted, | have been looking for someone to take good care of it all these years, and every year in Summer, beautiful
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Bonnie looked in the direction of Old Mr. Pearson's finger.
Because it was already late autumn, the moon bush only had dark green leaves left, which were lush and very pretty.
Bonnie's heart was filled with an indescribable and magical feeling.
Although she had never seen her mother, at this moment, it was as if she saw an elegant and beautiful woman standing next to a
flower garden, watering the flowers very gently.
This is probably the so-called blood sense, right?
"If Mom were still alive, she would be so happy to know that the flowers in this garden are so beautiful and would appreciate you,
Grandpa." Bonnie said.
Old Mr. Pearson heard this, the vicissitudes of cloudy eyes instantly overflowed with tears.
The voice was choked with sobs, "You child, you are saying the exact sthing as your mother said back then."
When Bonnie's mother was still alive, Old Mr. Pearson helped take care of the flower garden and she would be happy and grateful
again and again.
It's exactly the sas what Bonnie just said!
"Bonnie, your mother would be happier in heaven to know that you have becsuch a wonderful person than | would have been
if | had helped her with her flower garden!" Old Mr. Pearson said.
Bonnie mused in her mind for a moment.
The way he is now, is he really the way his mother wanted him to grow up to be?
She doesn't know.
Because, she never knew what was going on in her mother's mind, she never even had the chance to meet her.
At night when she went to bed, Bonnie's mind was still thinking about this matter, tossing and turning just could not sleep.
Finally simply rolled over and sat up, put on his jacket and went out into the garden.
Bathed in the moonlight, gazing at the flower garden.
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"Mom, do you think, the way | am now, is the way you wantto be?" Bonnie murmured softly.
"You have been great, back when she was still alive, her hope for you was actually very pure and simple, she said, she hoped that
you could be happy and joyful for the rest of your life, someone can be by your side, protect and love you, now you, is not this?"
A sudden voice from the side startled Bonnie for a moment.
Turning his head, he saw Ayra.
"Third aunt." Bonnie greeted immediately.
Ayra nodded and walked over to Bonnie, slipping a warm water bag into her hand, "Capital is much cooler than Willisto at night, so
be careful you don't catch a cold."
The warm water bag is the right temperature, instantly warming Bonnie's cold fingertips.
She couldn't let go of her hand.
However, still keenly aware of a problem.
"Aunt Sam, how do you know the temperature in Willisto is lower than this side of Capital?"
If memory serves, Ayra has never been to Willisto, so how does she know the temperature in Willisto like the back of her hand?
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