As I finished reading the letter, tears had already soaked the pages. I gathered Trevis’s belongings and took them back home, hardly sparing a glance at the string of numbers on the back. My dear Trevis, you were so clever, and I'm sure you knew the saying: "Home is where the heart is." The place where my heart found peace was my true home. So, I didn't want to leave.But even though I wished for that, I couldn't resist when that family came knocking at my door. On my way home from school that day, a woman blocked my path. The moment she saw me, tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed to hug me. She called my name and claimed to be my real mother. I stood frozen in place, facing this unfamiliar woman, unable to utter the word "mom."In the evening, I called Trevis and told him about the situation, expressing my reluctance to go home. But Trevis insisted that I was still young, and I needed someone to take care of me. What if something happened when he wasn't aro
In my new home, the woman opened up to me about how much she had missed me over the years, expressing her constant efforts to find me. She even went the extra mile to prepare many of my favorite dishes. However, despite her sincere efforts, I found it challenging to adapt to this new family.The man in the house, whom they called "father," had a drinking problem. When he got intoxicated, he would unleash his frustration on my mother, treating her as if she were a punching bag. If I didn't hide away in my room, he might turn his anger toward me as well.My younger brother, on the other hand, was obsessed with video games. Every night, he would create a disruptive commotion, leaving me without a moment of peace. I couldn’t sleep well, and I often suffered from splitting headaches. It only made me miss Trevis even more.My brother eventually noticed that and loudly exclaimed, "You still haven't cut ties with that murderer!" It infuriated me.My father scolded me, saying, "
I quickly reached my senior year of high school. During this year, I dedicated myself to my studies, immersing myself in textbooks. Some of my classmates were privy to certain secrets and would occasionally gossip, but I paid them no mind.I kept Trevis' photo tucked inside the inner pocket of my wallet, and whenever I felt utterly drained from the demands of senior year, I would steal a fleeting glance at it.Even amidst the busyness of senior year, I managed to send Trevis many letters. Almost every letter received a response from him. He was more concerned about my relationship with my family. To spare him from worrying, I would vaguely reply that everything was fine.But in reality, once they found out I could earn money through writing, they seized my bank card. Moreover, throughout my entire senior year, I didn't receive a single word of comfort. A year later, I secured a place at Harvard with the highest grades in the entire school.When I received my acceptance letter, I co
I arrived at the Pasfield residence, a place I never thought I'd step foot in during my lifetime. Transferring between prisons required approval from higher authorities. How could Trevis, an ordinary civilian, have managed it? There had to be something Lucy had said or done, pulling strings with the police to make it happen for him.But when I entered the room and saw Lucy, I could hardly believe it. She was clutching high school math homework, struggling to solve it. Simultaneously, she was sending messages to Trevis."Trevis, I don't understand this problem. Can you teach me?""Why are you ignoring me? If you don't want to teach me, just say it. You think I want you to teach me?"Even though she sent the messages, all she received in response were red exclamation marks. Trevis had long since blocked her.......I observed from the sidelines, growing increasingly alarmed by her erratic behavior. The servant let out a sigh and explained that ever since the day she had hit
I had a complete falling out with my family. When I left, my younger brother kicked over a chair in anger, and my dad smashed the TV. They yelled, "If you want to go, just go, and never come back to this house!"My mom cried, saying, "Kathryn, we're doing this for your own good. He’s just a murderer…”But if it weren't for him, I might have died in my early teens. Without looking back, I left home and found a random motel to stay in.As the start of the school year approached, I packed my bags and headed to Harvard alone. In college, I was always incredibly busy. Busy with my studies, busy making money. I always thought about saving up enough money as soon as possible so that one day, when I found Trevis, he wouldn't have to struggle for a living anymore.One day during my junior year of college, I took a leave of absence and returned to Anglos City.It was supposed to be the day Trevis got released from prison. I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the priso
He instructed the waiter to arrange a private room.As soon as the door to the private room closed, I hurriedly embraced him. "Trevis," I called out.His body tensed slightly, and he gently pushed me away. "Kathryn, you need to calm down first," he advised.With teary eyes, I inquired, "Don't you miss me at all?"He remained silent.I pressed on, "Have you read the book? I wrote it for you."He nodded with stiffness, his voice hoarse. "It's very well-written."I felt elated and attempted to hug him again, but he remarked, "So, someone as talented as you, Kathryn, shouldn't be associated with someone like me."I grew furious. "Someone like you? Tell me, what do you mean by that?"He chuckled self-deprecatingly, starting to list out the labels he pinned on himself: "Almost became a murderer, never went to college..."I couldn't bear to hear it anymore, standing there with tears welling up. "Trevis, that's not true, how can you think that way..." If it weren't for me, Trevis w
I rented a temporary house in Anglos City. I sent him messages for several consecutive days. He would reply, but the replies were cold. I went to the hot pot restaurant to find him, but he always made excuses about being busy. After multiple visits, I became recognized by most of the regular customers here.One day, I overheard them discussing my relationship with Trevis. Some mocked me for being blind, claiming that I shouldn’t waste my time on a guy like Trevis. They used many insulting words, which angered me. I ordered a glass of juice, discreetly sneezed into it, and then had the waiter deliver it to their table.Those people didn't suspect a thing and were quite thankful to me. Watching them sip the juice in their foolish manner, I couldn't help but laugh. However, when I turned around, Trevis was glaring at me, his face cold. He grabbed my arm and pulled me outside, scolding me."Kathryn, what you did was wrong!"It had been a while since I'd heard Trevis sco
The following day, Trevis and I went to the police station to provide our statements. Given that Trevis had acted in self-defense, there were no significant issues there.As for my younger brother and dad, they were facing charges of threats, intimidation, and burglary, which could result in prison sentences. My mom tearfully pleaded with me to sign a forgiveness letter, but I didn't even spare her a glance.Over the weekend, Trevis and I visited the mall and bought a stack of books,"Spoiling My Beloved Wife", "The Intimate Moments with My Boss", " Mr. Billionaire, Don’t Run Away" ...and many more.Trevis looked a bit awkward at the checkout counter, with the cashier, a young lady, repeatedly stealing glances at him. I stood behind him, wearing a big smile.After our book shopping spree, Trevis joined me at my place to help me pack my belongings. He had agreed to let me move into his apartment~While I was packing some winter clothing, a few pieces were stored in the highest cabi
The following day, Trevis and I went to the police station to provide our statements. Given that Trevis had acted in self-defense, there were no significant issues there.As for my younger brother and dad, they were facing charges of threats, intimidation, and burglary, which could result in prison sentences. My mom tearfully pleaded with me to sign a forgiveness letter, but I didn't even spare her a glance.Over the weekend, Trevis and I visited the mall and bought a stack of books,"Spoiling My Beloved Wife", "The Intimate Moments with My Boss", " Mr. Billionaire, Don’t Run Away" ...and many more.Trevis looked a bit awkward at the checkout counter, with the cashier, a young lady, repeatedly stealing glances at him. I stood behind him, wearing a big smile.After our book shopping spree, Trevis joined me at my place to help me pack my belongings. He had agreed to let me move into his apartment~While I was packing some winter clothing, a few pieces were stored in the highest cabi
I rented a temporary house in Anglos City. I sent him messages for several consecutive days. He would reply, but the replies were cold. I went to the hot pot restaurant to find him, but he always made excuses about being busy. After multiple visits, I became recognized by most of the regular customers here.One day, I overheard them discussing my relationship with Trevis. Some mocked me for being blind, claiming that I shouldn’t waste my time on a guy like Trevis. They used many insulting words, which angered me. I ordered a glass of juice, discreetly sneezed into it, and then had the waiter deliver it to their table.Those people didn't suspect a thing and were quite thankful to me. Watching them sip the juice in their foolish manner, I couldn't help but laugh. However, when I turned around, Trevis was glaring at me, his face cold. He grabbed my arm and pulled me outside, scolding me."Kathryn, what you did was wrong!"It had been a while since I'd heard Trevis sco
He instructed the waiter to arrange a private room.As soon as the door to the private room closed, I hurriedly embraced him. "Trevis," I called out.His body tensed slightly, and he gently pushed me away. "Kathryn, you need to calm down first," he advised.With teary eyes, I inquired, "Don't you miss me at all?"He remained silent.I pressed on, "Have you read the book? I wrote it for you."He nodded with stiffness, his voice hoarse. "It's very well-written."I felt elated and attempted to hug him again, but he remarked, "So, someone as talented as you, Kathryn, shouldn't be associated with someone like me."I grew furious. "Someone like you? Tell me, what do you mean by that?"He chuckled self-deprecatingly, starting to list out the labels he pinned on himself: "Almost became a murderer, never went to college..."I couldn't bear to hear it anymore, standing there with tears welling up. "Trevis, that's not true, how can you think that way..." If it weren't for me, Trevis w
I had a complete falling out with my family. When I left, my younger brother kicked over a chair in anger, and my dad smashed the TV. They yelled, "If you want to go, just go, and never come back to this house!"My mom cried, saying, "Kathryn, we're doing this for your own good. He’s just a murderer…”But if it weren't for him, I might have died in my early teens. Without looking back, I left home and found a random motel to stay in.As the start of the school year approached, I packed my bags and headed to Harvard alone. In college, I was always incredibly busy. Busy with my studies, busy making money. I always thought about saving up enough money as soon as possible so that one day, when I found Trevis, he wouldn't have to struggle for a living anymore.One day during my junior year of college, I took a leave of absence and returned to Anglos City.It was supposed to be the day Trevis got released from prison. I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the priso
I arrived at the Pasfield residence, a place I never thought I'd step foot in during my lifetime. Transferring between prisons required approval from higher authorities. How could Trevis, an ordinary civilian, have managed it? There had to be something Lucy had said or done, pulling strings with the police to make it happen for him.But when I entered the room and saw Lucy, I could hardly believe it. She was clutching high school math homework, struggling to solve it. Simultaneously, she was sending messages to Trevis."Trevis, I don't understand this problem. Can you teach me?""Why are you ignoring me? If you don't want to teach me, just say it. You think I want you to teach me?"Even though she sent the messages, all she received in response were red exclamation marks. Trevis had long since blocked her.......I observed from the sidelines, growing increasingly alarmed by her erratic behavior. The servant let out a sigh and explained that ever since the day she had hit
I quickly reached my senior year of high school. During this year, I dedicated myself to my studies, immersing myself in textbooks. Some of my classmates were privy to certain secrets and would occasionally gossip, but I paid them no mind.I kept Trevis' photo tucked inside the inner pocket of my wallet, and whenever I felt utterly drained from the demands of senior year, I would steal a fleeting glance at it.Even amidst the busyness of senior year, I managed to send Trevis many letters. Almost every letter received a response from him. He was more concerned about my relationship with my family. To spare him from worrying, I would vaguely reply that everything was fine.But in reality, once they found out I could earn money through writing, they seized my bank card. Moreover, throughout my entire senior year, I didn't receive a single word of comfort. A year later, I secured a place at Harvard with the highest grades in the entire school.When I received my acceptance letter, I co
In my new home, the woman opened up to me about how much she had missed me over the years, expressing her constant efforts to find me. She even went the extra mile to prepare many of my favorite dishes. However, despite her sincere efforts, I found it challenging to adapt to this new family.The man in the house, whom they called "father," had a drinking problem. When he got intoxicated, he would unleash his frustration on my mother, treating her as if she were a punching bag. If I didn't hide away in my room, he might turn his anger toward me as well.My younger brother, on the other hand, was obsessed with video games. Every night, he would create a disruptive commotion, leaving me without a moment of peace. I couldn’t sleep well, and I often suffered from splitting headaches. It only made me miss Trevis even more.My brother eventually noticed that and loudly exclaimed, "You still haven't cut ties with that murderer!" It infuriated me.My father scolded me, saying, "
As I finished reading the letter, tears had already soaked the pages. I gathered Trevis’s belongings and took them back home, hardly sparing a glance at the string of numbers on the back. My dear Trevis, you were so clever, and I'm sure you knew the saying: "Home is where the heart is." The place where my heart found peace was my true home. So, I didn't want to leave.But even though I wished for that, I couldn't resist when that family came knocking at my door. On my way home from school that day, a woman blocked my path. The moment she saw me, tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed to hug me. She called my name and claimed to be my real mother. I stood frozen in place, facing this unfamiliar woman, unable to utter the word "mom."In the evening, I called Trevis and told him about the situation, expressing my reluctance to go home. But Trevis insisted that I was still young, and I needed someone to take care of me. What if something happened when he wasn't aro
To my dearest Kathryn,Back when I brought you home, you were just a little tot, no bigger than a signboard. That same girl who used to cry a lot back then has grown into who you are now.But your personality has never changed. You always blame everything on yourself and bear a heavy burden.Kathryn, promise me, don't be so hard on yourself.Because I willingly chose to do everything for you.I know you've always wanted to return home.After our mother's passing, all leads went cold. But for all these years, you've tirelessly tried to reconnect, and finally, it seems like I've helped you find your family once again.It's embarrassing to admit, but it took me quite a while to find them, and I hesitated to part with you for almost half a year. But now, as I sit in this prison cell, I can breathe a sigh of relief. At least, my dear Kathryn, you have somewhere to go even without me by your side.I've left their contact information on the back of this letter, hoping that you'll