The Rhyme of the Depositary

086 - SEASON 2

"Don't smile too often. When you're happy, control your eye rays. Your eyes sparkle easily." That's a lesson I don't know how many times a day.

Alice has been tormented. The next week he was challenged by Jasmine to have no expression in the mansion while there were only the two of them. Luckily it did not apply in front of Axel or any of Alice's other friends.

He could be considered crazy if he was serving Rachel with a cold expression like this on everyone.

"Eits, you shouldn't frown because you're upset either. Resist your emotions and expressions. Have a flat face."

Alice tried to regulate her breathing in such a way as to calm herself down. Being under Jasmine's control in this kind of training made Alice want to explode at any time.

"Is it that hard to be flat?" Alice said lightly, smiling warmly hiding her irritation.

"Yes, act like that. Try laughing when you're depressed, smiling when you're upset, quiet when you're happy. It can fool a lot of people." Jasmine let out a small scream, feeling satisfied could slightly torment Alice.

That woman needs to be taught a lot. Who would have thought Klayver's marriage was easy?

"I know you enjoy doing this to me, Jasmine. I can judge your shallow thoughts." Alice was still smiling, covering up any aggravation she had.

"alright. I'm a little happy. I haven't done anything fun in a long time like this" Jasmine replied honestly.

The two of them were enjoying an evening with a beautiful atmosphere in the backyard. Jasmine sat down by Alice's side with setoples of potato chips that were now half-living.

"Jasmine," Alice called her friend.

"Yes?"

"Do you think Klayver can handle all this?" alice suddenly thought about her husband. He gently stroked his stomach, feeling many emotions stirring up. But as Jasmine wished, Allice tried to control her every emotion so as not to be easily readable by others.

"Alice, trust me everything will be fine. Although everything needs a process, in the end, a happiness is worth fighting for in real. Trust that. Never stop hoping." Jasmine gently rubbed Alice's bare arm. The evening wind started to bite. Alice shivered a few times in the cold. The leaves are also falling a lot. Make the soil around them covered by scattered green leaves.

"Jasmine, I love my family. Help me to defend them," Alice asked sincerely. He stared at the silhouette in the sky that was starting to darken in color.

Nature is a true beauty. Something perfectly composed. God is a great painter. He scribbled his calculating ink on a brush called the world.

Alice is an admirer of every work of art. Including the natural beauty he got from the land of Manhattan.

He stood here, as a mother and a wife. Nothing is more perfect than this. Alice was grateful for this, repeated it every night and day.

Seeing Axel grow well is a dream that he still holds up to this moment. With Klayver, he will go through everything until old age.

With him, he'll be through thousands of nights.

Watching the same sun sink in the western horizon, seeing their grandchildren grow up breathing the air of Manhattan, introducing the next generation to every story they have. He would carve their family tree in gold ink, extended in the living room with perfect photos. So that his children get to know the bloodline of his grandmother and grandfather.

Jasmine looked into Alice's eyes filled with high expectations. In his heart, he felt pain. The memories of the past are revealed shamelessly.

In the past, Jasmine had also once had strong dreams and high expectations. Ever put together a story that he thought worked. In fact, life is easy to play with someone. Until all that remains is a fantasy and hope in vain.

"Jasmine, where is your daughter buried?" ask Alice suddenly.

Jasmine who had not expected to be given a question like this gawked for quite a while. A moment later, he managed to catch Alice's question and replied in a slightly choked tone.

"A corner of New York City. At that time I was not as successful as I am now. I just buried him in the empty land next to the garden of the house. When I succeed, I intend to move it. But the plantation was already a part of my daughter. Not far from there my old house is. So I let Isabella keep resting there."

Every time I thought of Isabella, Jasmine's tears always wanted a torrential turum. She still remembers how her daughter fell in her arms and arms. There is an eternal warmth as the relationship progresses.

However, just like before, Jasmine would only hold back any arousing emotions wanting to come out. He no longer wanted to be stuck in old grief. He only wanted to remember the good memories of Isabella.

World's spinning. Life goes. There must be a tenpat called heaven out there. Jasmine believed in it and was convinced Isabella had tasted the true paradise. A better place than Jasmine could afford to give her daughter.

Perhaps, if his daughter was alive, now would not be much different from Axel's current age. Their difference is only about a year.

"Don't you want to have another child?" Alice threw a probing question.

For someone who had been injured, it would usually be difficult for them to return the same situation again. Fear if it happens, will cause the same potential injury repeatedly. Such is the psychic formula of man.

Like, people who have fallen in the river, will have the same fear when they see the river. Someone who has been mired in the cliff, will have fear every time he sees the cliff. One will learn from what made him fall and get hurt.

"Eitherway. I still have fears when I have children. Fear of being killed and losing again. But in my deepest heart, there is a strong desire to have another baby. What do you think, Alice?" Jasmine asked her friend.

Alice remained silent for a long time. What Jasmine said was the truth. Who wouldn't be traumatized if they had experienced something similar?

"Someday, your fear will be gone. You just need to make peace with reality. Basically, not every guy acts like a jerk like Jack. I also had children and lost them. The pain lasted a long time, but at some point I was finally able to escape the guilt and move on with my life again. Everything in this world is God's destiny. We just need to be at peace with ourselves. Wounds will always be there. But every wound has a cure, Jasmine. You should know that."

"I knew. I need time to be at peace and forgive myself." Jasmine gave a small nod, accepting Alice's reasonable gaze and thought.

The world will continue to go on. No matter how many thousands of sufferings are borne by its inhabitants.

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Luiz looked at Liza with satisfaction. She had assigned the woman to form a connection on the insiders in Alice's household. Liza did well. Now, they could keep an eye on Alice in more detail each time.

"It's not in vain that I have men like you. You have an amazingly great service. Remind me to give you a present this weekend." Luiz laughed out loud, feeling victorious.

Liza just looked down inside. He slightly moved and raised his head upwards, looking at Luiz.

"You've been too kind to me and to my family. You don't have to bother giving me another gift." Liza again lowered her head in, forcing herself to remain submissive.

"You're refusing my gift?"

"I don't dare, Luiz. Please if you give me a gift. I'll take it with pleasure."

Liza cursed in heart. Luiz is a very maniacal man. If she said she would give a gift, it meant that she would give a new man to cheer for Liza at the weekend. Liza really doesn't need an impromptu lover. He wanted his life to be quiet on the weekends, not to be bothered by the young man who Luiz thought was handsome and extraordinarily great.

Sometimes, in order to evict the young men, Liza often pretended to be sick. He is reluctant to do everything according to Luiz's protocol, including his romantic life.

"good. Goody. I have a handsome guy acquaintance. He must be suitable to accompany you. I'll arrange it later."

Right, eh? Liza's guess is right. Liza had to remind herself to buy laxatives that she would give the handsome man.

No one knew that Liza was still a girl all along. He kept it up until this moment and let no one touch him.

"Thank you, Luiz." Liza retreated to the back, bailed optimistically and walked out of the room. But just a few steps later, Luiz called Liza again.

"Supervise Alice very carefully. If the time comes, I will use it to provoke the appearance of the evil eyes. Let's see which of us will smile triumphantly."

Liza nodded obediently, immediately walking nimbly out of the main room.

Luiz is a person who has a strange personality. Liza didn't want to stay in that room with her for too long. Liza had quite often seen a lot of blood being shed by Luiz himself inside the main hall.

If not for entering, Liza would never have been willing to survive in the dark world. This world is a world that can make Liza end at any time without notice.

Life is a fragile thing. With all the foul play, a lot of casualties were scattered. Many innocent people are carried away because they are in the wrong position. Liza just doesn't want her family to take this risk. He was enough to experience it.

Through his hands, there were no longer countless how many people he had killed viciously. Lots of blood. He took a lot of breath.

Regretted? Maybe little. However, Liza still has a healthy conscience. Misguidance is normal. Only a lunatic would have no regrets after taking hundreds of lives without thinking.

Sometimes, Liza wondered. Are there many people he killed who were the husbands of a woman? Father of a son? Brother of a sister?

What after their deaths. What kind of grief does her family have. Is his wife still able to live life without her husband? Will a son not be deprived of food after his father's death? Will a sister not lose her way after the brother's death?

Those questions had once slipped into the depths of Liza's heart. That is why, on the basis of humanity that remains, it is,

Liza once gave material support to a father she killed and happened to have four children. They all messed up after the death of their backbones. His wife and children live in a dilapidated building near a garbage can whose roof is only derived from simple materials.

Liza never knew what reason Luiz wanted to end someone's life. Sometimes what he wants to end is not only his business competitors, but the common people who accidentally reject his cruel policies.

Liza was told to kill a two-year-old child just because her father did not pay the security money. After Liza did the dirty thing, she visited the toddler's grave for twenty-three days with tears in her eyes.

His heart was broken from within. Too often accept the depravity brought by Luiz and Liza is powerless to resist. Because if he refuses, his life and his family's life are at stake.

Therefore, whenever things turned precarious, Liza would rather hide, stay away from Luiz. He didn't want to be called up and get rations to kill people that Liza thought were not worth killing.

Unfortunately, it was Luiz who often contacted Liza to do a lot of dirty things. Although Liza was tired, depressed, and stressed, it was only the nod of her head that she could make for her.

Women like Liza who had been programmed to become slaves to cruel men like Luiz, were not allowed to have any other choice but to obey. No matter what his heart and conscience start dying.

That's why Liza is still a girl and is reluctant to get married. Because if he had children, he did not know what plan Luiz would implement for his future son.

That's life. Too complicated and disappointing. Liza gave a small smile, always feeling defeated repeatedly.

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