Lily Lau put her phone on the kitchen table, lips set as if in plaster. The amulets looked back at her, on their rack, drying, like so many accusing eyes.
"You are my daughter," she said to the wall. "But you're right. You don't know who I am."
She looked older than she was in the tiles, in her warped reflection, tinged with rough white and glossy with dried Singaporean air. She was getting old. Even the magazine hadn't printed her real face — they had touched it up with Photoshop and not told her about it. Trying to bring her back to the days of her youth, when her entire life had been ahead of her, when she hadn't been trapped in a single three-room flat with a thankless job and a teenage daughter who hated her.
Lily Lau Beng Hua would die one day, and it would be like she had never lived.
But the Hart Princess would never get old, and the Hart Princess would never die.
"Everything I do is for you, Christine. You can hate me if you want."
She took pen and paper and began to write her letter to the Hunters Three.
To Be Continued...
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You Must Fall In Love
Storie d'amoreThree handsome, magical men walk into your life, and what they want is marriage! Or at least, that's the situation Christine Lam is trying to avoid. Sure, she might be the daughter of the second-most-famous exorcist in Singapore, and sure, she might...
