After rebirth she became heartless

chapter 31

The villa area in City A is always brightly lit. From a distance, it looks like a giant dragon entrenched on the mountain.

Calling it a villa area is actually inappropriate because there is only one resident here, Brondon, and it is not called a villa area but [Blue Mountain], which is Brondon's private residence.

Harry stayed with him tonight because Brondon was not in good condition recently, and the house was a bit scary, so he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for Brondon to be alone.

Ben didn't worry about Brondon; he clung to him and apologized to him for what happened last time.

Harry stopped Ben,

"Your brother is in a bad mood; please leave him alone for a while."

Harry has always been so considerate. Brondon neither refused nor agreed. This house is always cold. One person is cold, two people are cold, three or four are still cold.

Harry and Ben lived on the first floor, and Brondon returned to the bedroom on the second floor alone.

He sat on the bed for a while, then finally couldn't hold it in any longer and took a taxi to a place, ordering Harry and Ben not to follow him.

It was a community that had just been completed. There were very few residents living in it, and only a few had lights on.

Brondon is not afraid of meeting gangsters at night, and gangsters are even more afraid of meeting Brondon at night. He was walking in the dark and came to a unit door without knowing it was there.

He stood quietly at the door, because the owner had recently renovated it, the security door was left open. Brondon walked into the unit door and walked up the stairs.

Ascending one level at a time.

He stood in front of a familiar door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

No one opened the door.

Even if a random owner came out and scolded him for breaking into a house in the middle of the night and knocking on other people's doors when he had a fit.

But this is obviously my home...

Brondon returned to Blue Mountain half-heartedly. Harry and Ben were stunned. Ben called out cautiously, "Brother."

He ignored it and walked straight to the second floor.

Brondon sat down on the floor and took something out of his wallet.

It cannot be said to be one thing, but a bunch of things, because this thing no longer has a complete shape.

It's the photo of Crystal.

Brondon took a deep breath,

Putting the photo together was not as easy as he thought because he had torn it into too many pieces. He began to blame himself for why he had to tear it into so many pieces at that time, and why he had to put the photo back together now because he was so brainless.

Obviously, you can print a new one.

But what he was obsessed with was wanting this one.

Are old photos also good? Brandon's mind was a little confused. He struggled for more than half an hour because his hands were shaking uncontrollably. The last piece was still short of the last piece...

The woman in the photo was smiling. The smile looked painful. It was obviously a gentle smile, but Brandon couldn't help but want to cry.

Just one last piece left.