In another room on the second floor, Tom Kenneth stared blankly at the brocade box in his hand, the air filled with sadness. You were smiling ironically. Kaytly, that year you didn't say a word to leave, leave this, you must suffer a lot in these years? If I hadn't left, it wouldn't have been so soon. . . . . . Damn you are right, you still can't find our daughter, are you useless? Kaytly, you must hate me, right? Otherwise, how could you quietly leave me? An iridescent liquid was circulating in the pink eye sockets, but it did not fall from the beginning to the end. Outside the door came a soft knock.Tom Kenneth wiped his eyes and took a deep breath. "Come in?" Adam Kenneth sadly entered. "Dad?" "Huh?" Tom Kenneth snorted softly, not speaking. Suddenly, the air was quiet again, with a slightly awkward taste. "Father, that thing. . . . . . . the thing about that aunt you know?" "Perhaps? She also doubted, also asked you, just, you don't admit it, she doesn't confirm either?" Tom Kenn
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