Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 615

Chapter 615

“I didn’t cry when Valeri died. Why are you crying now?” He looked down and smiled. Larina raised her head and asked, “Have you ever dreamed of seeing my brother?” Larry thought for a moment and said, “I don’t think so. Not even once.”

Harold said, “No.”

Larina sighed. “I didn’t either. He didn’t even want to see me in my dreams.”

As she said this, she bent down and carefully wiped the words “Valeri” on the tombstone. Larry comforted her. “Maybe he just doesn’t want us to worry about him. He has always been like this. He is only willing to plan for others and doesn’t want to think about himself”

Larina smiled. No one knew if she had heard it or not. She said softly, “You can go back first. I want to stay with my brother for a while.”

Larry frowned. “But your body…

“It’s okay” Larina said, “The driver is still outside.”

When Larry was about to say something. Harold said, “Let’s go.”

Larry shut up.

The group of people walked out of the cemetery. Larry sighed and said, “Although Larina didn’t say anything during these years, I know that she is blaming us. Valeri is her brother, but he treats us better than her”

Harold was so annoyed that he wanted to smoke again. Feeling Crystal’s soft fingers, he forced himself to hold it back. He walked for a while in silence and suddenly said, “Do you know what was the last sentence Valeri said before he died?”

Larry turned to look at him. “What?”

Harold said, “At that time, he couldn’t make a sound, but I knew that he said I’m sorry’ in his last sentence.” Larry was stunned. “Why did he have to say sorry? He didn’t betray anyone of us”

They had been brothers for more than 20 years. How could their brotherhood end like this?

It was already dusk

Probably because it was about to rain, the clouds in the sky were very low and dark, making it hard for people to breathe Crystal whispered as she looked at the dark clouds, “Harold, let me ask you a question.”

“Hmm?”

Crystal looked at the city cluster in front of her. By now, the city lights were on and the cars on the overpass were like a tide, while the crowds of people flowed like a stream. Her hair was blown messy by the wind. blurring her vision. Her voice was soft and almost dissolved in the wind as she said, “My father once told me that your purpose for going to Sunshine Village is not pure”

She turned to look into Harold’s eyes and asked, “Can you tell me why?”