Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 561

Chapter 561.

Light rain fell from the dark sky.

The cold wind blew the light of the candles swaying, and the paper money swirled in the wind.

Aveline wiped the rain on her face and whispered: "Roselyn, are you here?"

Two drops of rain fell right under Roselyn's eyes in the photo. It looked like the person in the photo was smiling and crying, feeling unspeakably sad.

Aveline stroked the tombstone, "Roselyn, don't worry, I will take good care of your family. Your family will be my family from now on. You can move on with peace of mind. In your next life...you must choose a good fate in your next life."

After the funeral, the entire village was enveloped in dense light rain.

Aveline did not leave immediately but went to Roselyn's old house.

It has been a long time since their family moved to a big city. Except for the New Year and other important events that make them go there every year, the house was usually empty.

The house looked dilapidated, and the apple trees and grape vines in the yard stood alone in the rain.

Aveline stood under the grape vines, and a cute little girl seemed to flash before her eyes. She was eating fruit on a hot summer evening, waving a cattail leaf fan, and listening to the old man telling the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

"Roselyn, she likes to eat these grapes very much, but it's a pity that she will never be able to eat them again."

Ross stood beside Aveline, telling the story of Roselyn's past.

Aveline listened attentively and would twitch her lips from time to time, "Roselyn is so naughty."

"Yes, my sister is the most mischievous child in this town. However, with such an attitude she had very good grades, so our family was able to move to the city. My parents work hard to support us. I thought I am finally going to live a good life, but unexpectedly."

Aveline met his red eyes and patted his shoulder, "Don't cry, I will be your sister from now on. You must study hard and don't let me down."

"Okay."

Aveline officially recognized them as family. It was getting late, and Aveline planned to stay one night before leaving.

Aveline sighed, "That makes sense, let him go."

At dawn, Aveline and Alexander were about to leave when a silver- haired grandmother came in from the front door.

She was very old, she could hardly walk anymore, and she was holding a colorful quilt in her hand.

"Dora, the quilts your daughter asked me to make earlier have been finished. Do you want me to bring all of them?"

Dora wondered: "Aveline, some of those quilts were originally to be given to you too, but now..."

Aveline held back her grief, "If she wanted to give me, why won't I take it? It's okay to keep it as a souvenir. Grandma, give it to me."

"Okay, Roselyn had given me many instructions to use good threads and good cloth for making it. The cotton was made by me. It is soft and warm. You..."

When the old woman saw Aveline's face, her expression changed on the spot, "You, you are back..."