'Your name?' Grace's whole body was thrown to the ground, and she felt a stab of pain on her injured knees.
However, she stared at him with her head held high and laughed, 'Carl, have you forgotten? I am your aunt now. If I have the name of my brother in law on my waist, wouldn't it be incest? So when I was in the mental hospital, I dug up the name bit by bit with cigarette butts. I dug it for several days before I dug it clean. The skin was rotten for several times, but I could no longer see it.'
She was laughing, even her eyes were laughing.
But her heart was torn and hurt like cut by a knife.
In fact, he knew better than anyone how her voice was damaged and how her tattoo was gone.
Wasn't this his 'care'?
In the past five years, every time his 'care' has made her miserable.
Now he pretended that he didn't know the truth? It was disgusting.