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The deserted road was drenched by the relentless downpour of rain. Two cars had collided into each other, and the aftermath was a ghastly sight to behold. The inky blackness of the night made it impossible to see anything, but every once in a while, a frightening flash of lightning lit up the road, revealing the carnage. The valley echoed with the deafening roars of thunder that followed. The rainwater had flooded the road, and it was now tainted with the crimson of blood. The air was thick with the smell of rust. Near the wreckage of a Mercedes, a beautiful girl lay motionless on the road. Her delicate fingers, adorned with a silver ring, were curled around a bouquet of white flowers. She wore a stunning wedding dress that was now stained red. Inside the car, there was a man wearing a black suit. He had the same white flower pinned to his chest pocket, and a massive piece of glass had pierced his torso. He wore a wedding ring similar to the one on the girl's finger. The other car had its windshield shattered, exposing the back of a young lady who was bleeding profusely. She shielded a small child with her body, and his tearful eyes bore witness to the horror of that dreadful night. The merciless sky continued to pour rain over the heartbreaking scene. Three years later, the sun shone brightly, and the air was filled with the pleasant fragrance of daffodils. The untended grass swayed gently in the light breeze. In the distance, the playful chuckles of a child could be heard. He clutched onto the flowers he had plucked and danced around in a patch of flowers. His dance came to a halt when he spotted a white figure standing in the distance. His laughter subsided, and his face lit up with a radiant smile. He looked down at the bouquet of flowers in his hand and then at the figure. His tiny feet moved slowly, but his pace quickened with every step. Finally, he ran towards the woman, who was not too far away.

The sun was setting, casting a warm golden light over the empty fields. The silence was only broken by the sound of a child's voice calling out, "Mommy! Mommy!" The sweet sound echoed through the serene surroundings, beckoning the person who the child called for. As the child ran towards the figure in the distance, he threw his small body and hugged her legs. He looked up at her with a beaming smile and said, "Mommy, I have a gift for you." However, the woman's expression was complicated as she looked at him with a peculiar gaze. "Wait a minute," she said, pushing the child away. "You are not my mommy. Who are you? And why is your face so ugly?" The child's sudden change in attitude towards the woman who he called his mother just a few seconds ago took her aback. The woman, whose beauty was easy to capture anyone's gaze, spoke to him tenderly as she kneeled before him and rustled his hair. "Pfft, you are an odd kid," she said. But the child shook his head sideways to avoid her touch and said, "No, don't touch me. You are not my mommy." As the child's eyes fell on the exactly similar-looking girl behind the kneeling lady, his eyes flashed and his smile came back. "Mommy! Here I have flowers for you," he exclaimed as he rushed over to his mother's arms and shrank into her embrace. The girl who was kneeling looked like she was in shock. She slowly got up and turned around to see the person behind her. "You? You are--" she stammered. "Come on Simba, let's go. It's getting late, and we have to get back," the girl said as she completely ignored her and walked away without batting another eye. The woman's voice was grieving when she called out the girl who was walking away, "Eryna Stop! Please, I beg you," but Eryna stopped and looked at the child. Simba was looking at the lady behind them. Eryna sat on her knees, stroked the kid's hair, and spoke to him. "Simba, can you get me some white flowers? I want to put them in my room when we get home." She had a soft and delicate voice, and the kid nodded energetically and sprinted off towards the flower path not very far away. When Eryna saw him run away, her soft expression became stiff, and she looked at the woman standing behind her. "Say it!" Eryna said bluntly, looking at her twin sister with an emotionless face. "I thought you had--" Renya's voice broke as she spoke. "You thought I had died?" Eryna completed the sentence for her, with a cruel voice. "I-I am sorry," Renya stammered. "What are you sorry for? Which part of my life are you sorry for? Be specific," Eryna said bluntly, and her words fell on Renya's ears like thunder. She lifted her gaze in shock and didn't say anything. "Your sister, Eryna, died the day you abandoned her and held hands with that mistress and kicked me out of the mansion. I died that day," Eryna choked on her words as the sadness was too much for her to take in. "Stop acting as if you are sad. Stop acting like you have mourned for me. Stop acting as if you want to hug me and tell me all about your worries. If you cared about me even the slightest, you would have been by my side three years ago when I lost everything."

Eryna spat those words at her face and clenched her fist at the sight of her sister crying. Her teeth was clenched and her eyes were full of tears. one could tell she was in pain as if her heart was being ripped open and yet she acted tough just like always, she gulped in her saliva painfully as it felt like something hard was stuck in her throat making it hurt.