Your Highness, you've been dumped.
Happiness?
I curled up my lips and revealed a mocking smile.
What is happiness after all?
Is it a shiny hairpin between lovers or an occasional bee in a bouquet of flowers?
I didn't answer Mom's words.
I think I'm not suitable for discussing such emotional topics with her.
The scenery outside the car window was constantly being thrown back, coming too fast to be seen clearly. The trees passed by row after row, leaving no trace behind.
I slumped my body onto the soft seat of the passenger side and felt more exhausted than ever before.
Although I am a sweet and beautiful 16-year-old, I feel like I have already become as old as a 61-year-old.
Mom reached out to smooth my furrowed brow, complaining softly: "My daughter is so beautiful, can't be ruined by this bad habit of frowning."
I closed my eyes and didn't bother to reason with her.
After a while, she suddenly handed over an exquisite gift box, and I took it with suspicion and opened it.
Inside, a diamond bracelet lay quietly, although I didn't know much about diamonds, but this chain was exquisite in both craftsmanship and design, one look and you could tell it was worth a fortune.
"Is this a back-to-school gift?" I waved the box in the air.
She curled up her mouth and smiled: "It was your aunt who gave it to you."
"Why did she give me a gift?" I asked cautiously, it's better not to accept Auntie's things easily, from young to old, I have been forced to do too many things because of accepting gifts, and now I still have lingering fears.
Mom didn't answer my question directly, she just whispered: "Its name is Angel Dust."
Dust of Angels
I kept repeating these few words, feeling inexplicably familiar, as if I had heard them somewhere before, but after thinking for half a day, I still couldn't figure it out.
Seeking monthly tickets, seeking collection, seeking likes, seeking clicks, seeking comments, seeking rewards, seeking gifts, all kinds of seeking, whatever you want, just throw it over!
