"Late, I will always protect you and stay with you." It was his promise, time and again, still in his ear, lingering.

In the darkest and darkest days, because of his company, she felt she was not alone.

Breaking up is his choice, so long as he is happy, she should be happy, not to worry about him.

But her mood was still depressed. She braced herself up and went to her parents'bedroom. Mother was groping for a quilt.

"I come, I come!" She walked a few steps to the bedside and took the quilt in her mother's hand. Suddenly she smelled a faint fragrance.

Looking for fragrance, I saw...