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“You can’t help me find the culprit of this car accident by reversing the case, can you? You can’t help me figure out who did this to me. You’re just trying to get me out of this by saying I’m innocent until proven guilty. However, even if I’m no longer charged with a criminal offense, people will still think I’m a murderer.”
“Are other people’s opinions so important?” Jason said, frowning.
Grace gave a wry smile. “If it was anything else, I wouldn’t care what people think, but this charge… I want to find out the truth. and let others know that I’m not a murderer!”
She did not want anyone to mention her mother and say that she had given birth to a daughter who took someone else’s life.
She knew how great was the power of words.
Jason gave Grace a long look, then suddenly laugh
“Fine, you can let me know any time you want me to help you reverse your case.”
However, there was something dark in his eyes.
Grace spent the afternoon carefully handling the photo album, taking out the photos one by one.
She even took out the half-destroyed photos carefully.
As her hands were still wrapped in gauze, it would be difficult for her to do things like taking out photos.
“Let me do it,” Jason said. With his long, slender fingers, he helped her to take out the photos. Unlike her clumsy movements earlier, he took the photos out with a dexterous and graceful look that was pleasing to the eye.
Right now, however, Grace was in no mood to enjoy this eye-pleasing feast. All her attention was fixated on each of the photos he took out, observing how badly they were burnt.
Jason took out the photos one by one. It was like looking at the memories of Grace and her mother through these photos.
She looked so tiny in the photo. Her chubby cheeks and thick black hair looked so cute.
Jason never knew he would look at a child and be mesmerized, but at the moment, he felt genuine love while looking at the little person in the photo. He even thought that if this little person. appeared in the present in front of him right now, he might be tempted to hug and kiss her.
Was it because this was her as a child? Was that why he found her cute? He had never gotten this feeling when he looked at other kids.
Jason took out one photo after another.
The photos, which began with photos of Grace and her mother, then turned into her alone.
In the photos, she looked older than the photos of her with her mother. She looked about five to six years old here.
There were not many of these photos, at least not as many as there were of her with her mother.
“When my mother was alive, she liked to take photos with me, but after she died, I took fewer photos,” Grace said wistfully while looking at the photos.
Only occasionally did she take a few, and most of them were photos of herself. She could not fit in with her father’s new family.
Suddenly, Jason’s eyes narrowed sharply. His eyes were fixed on one of the photos, and he paused in his attempt to retrieve it from the burnt album.
“What’s the matter?” Grace asked, confused.
“This photo of you…” His voice paused. “How old were you?”
Grace looked over and saw the little girl in the photo, dressed in a floral dress and standing in front of a fence with lush mountains in the background.
Looking at the photo, Grace had a warm look in her eyes. “It’s a photo of me when I was eight or nine years old. I loved this floral dress, but it was expensive. It was more than 100 dollars at the time. Only when the family is better off that they’ll buy a dress like this for their children. I didn’t dare to tell my grandmother back. then, but she saw that I liked the dress, so she saved some money and bought it for me.”
She would never forget her grandmother’s affection for her.
The older she got, the more she understood that the floral dress had not been obtained easily. Her grandmother was probably under a lot of pressure when she bought her this dress. Her grandfather, First Uncle, Second Uncle, and Third Aunt… They all probably blamed her grandmother for spending the money.
After all, it cost more than 100 dollars. For them at that time, a person’s income was only about 800 dollars a month. Her grandmother had earned her income by doing a variety of hand-finishing work.
“What was the name of the place where you lived?” Jason asked out loud. There was a subtle difference in his voice.
“It was called Lu Village. Haven’t all the villages merged and changed into a town now? It’s now called Shang Lu Town.” Grace was a little surprised to hear him ask this. He had been to Shang Lu Town looking for her.
Jason’s eyes darkened. “Was the dress something you didn’t see much in your town?”
“I was the only one wearing it in the village. At that time, my cousin was angry for a long time. She kept saying that Grandma was biased and tried to take the dress away from me,” Grace said, thinking of cousin Stella Lindsay’s angry look back then.
“What happened next? Did she take the dress?” He asked.
“Then I tore it when I went out to play, and I couldn’t wear it anymore. I got sick after that outing,” she said.
“Sick? You were sick?” There was a sudden tension in his voice.
“Only a fever which lasted a few days. It made me a little drowsy, but I was alive and kicking when I recovered. Unfortunately, the dress was gone,” she said with some regret. However, later, her grandmother secretly told her that she would buy her a beautiful dress if she was ranked first in her cla** in the final exam.
However, when she finally got first place, she had to leave her grandmother to go back to her father.
Before she left, her grandmother slipped a new dress into her luggage.
Just as she was thinking, a huge hand suddenly came up and touched her forehead. Grace was stunned and looked up at Jason. “I… I don’t have a fever now.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I’ll buy you any dress you want in the future.”
His words gave her a sudden shudder. “It’s not like I’m a kid who keeps thinking about dresses.” She bit her lip a little and quickly lowered her eyes.
The longer she looked at him, the more it seemed to make her heartbeat spin out of control.
“Is that so?” Jason withdrew his hand and pulled out all the remaining photos in the album. Then, he picked up the photo of her in a floral dress. “Sis, can you give me this photo?”
She was stunned to see that despite his inquiring tone, his hand had already put the photograph away.
“What do you want the photo for?” she said blankly.
“I find it cute, so I want to keep it,” he said.
When the two of them lived together, he did not seem to like the children in the neighborhood. Why did he have a ‘special liking”
for a photo of her when she was little?