That was the last summer she remembered, the chirping of cicadas and the strawberry scent from Brandan Hyde, blended into a memorable aroma that lingered in her memory.
He truly left her with so much.
So for the past ten years, she has been relentless, exhausting everything, just to hold onto those memories, unwilling to let go.
Too persistent, in the end, it hurts both others and herself.
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Upon waking, it was already morning.
Iris Harris opened her eyes and raised her hand to rub them.
There still seemed to be a sweet strawberry scent in the air, reminding her of the dream she had last night, making her laugh bitterly.
Why did she suddenly dream of those things?
She thought she had let go of everything.
"Miss Harris, are you awake?"
The servant gently asked from outside the door.
"Awake." Iris replied, "What's up?"
"Lady Hyde asks you to come downstairs for the meal."
"Oh…"
Iris nodded, "I know."
