Angie stood there quietly, with dim light pouring down from above her head.
Her expression was hidden in the shadow and could not be seen clearly.
"It's not an important person. It's over. Don't ask me, brother."
Seeing this, the mullah could not hide his disappointment.
Are you still unwilling to tell him everything now?
The broken iron door could not block the night wind, and the breeze coming through the gap blew up the messy papers on the ground.
A familiar pattern comes into view.
Maura bent down and picked up the specimen that had been blown out of the page. It was a specimen of a small purple flower.
“Do you remember this flower?”
Angie's body stiffened slightly, and he tightened his grip on the ointment.
"I know. It's my birthday present to my brother."
Maura was born in winter, the coldest time of year in Britain.
That year was the first year after Grandma Anji passed away.
The old man passed away before he had the chance to teach the brother and sister how to survive on their own.
That was the most difficult time for both of them.
Mullah's prostitute mother struggles to support herself.
After Maura insisted on keeping Anji, he completely let him go and kicked him out of the house.
The two of them shivered in the dilapidated house left by the old man.
They didn't even know how to go to the city and beg from the well-dressed people in the foggy city.
I don't know how to play the victim.
I could only wait until the next day with an empty stomach and then try my luck in the city.
It was at that time that Angie gave him this small primrose.
"Brother, happy birthday." At that time, little Angie's eyes were shining and he looked at him expectantly.
The purple flowers still have water droplets formed by melting snow.
Ordinary, yet beautiful.
He didn't know where Angie found out the exact time.
If he hadn't had to fill in various information for school, he would have forgotten that he had a birthday.
Birthdays are a luxury and useless thing for people like them.
Although it was a small species of primrose, it was just a wild flower that Angie picked on the roadside.
But it did not prevent him from enjoying the joy of being valued that came with receiving birthday gifts.
This was the first time Maura received birthday wishes and the first time she celebrated her birthday with other people.
Angie was still very young at that time.
But because of his upbringing, he is no longer as noisy as ordinary children.
"Grandma told me that this flower is called small primrose, also known as primrose."
Little Angie's cheeks puffed up, trying hard to prove that her gift was carefully selected and not chosen at random.
"Grandma said that there used to be a lot of these flowers, but now they are becoming less and less. I haven't seen them for a long time."
"But I found it today, and it's blooming beautifully. It must be grandma blessing us!"
Little Angie always has very beautiful ideas.
I want to use this method to prove that grandma is not really dead.
She handed the purple flower to Maulana, with sincere dependence and blessing in her clear eyes.
"Brother, don't you think it looks a lot like us? The little spring flower appears in winter at an inopportune time."
"We will surely be able to bloom beautiful flowers just like it."
In fact, Angie, like him, is a product of an untimely era.
Angie and his grandmother didn't originally live in Piccadilly.
It's also a story of irresponsible parents.
Her parents were a pair of prodigals who didn't want to continue raising Angie.
So he left his young children and elderly mother behind and eloped in a carefree manner.
He never came back.
Under financial hardship, the grandfather and grandson came to this notorious neighborhood and tried hard to survive.
The two of them were people with the same luck who drew different lots and met at the same corner.
Maura can still clearly remember what Angie looked like that day.
The embarrassed little girl looked up at her with a smile on her face.
She pointed to the small primrose in her hand.
"Brother, Primrose, spring is coming."
Mullah, who was originally walking under the pressure of responsibility, suddenly felt his eyes moist.
Since then, the relationship between the two has become closer.
Maura, who had originally taken extra care of Anji out of responsibility, completely accepted her identity as his sister.
They share the same misfortune and destiny, and are the closest relatives.
Later, as he grew older, the restaurant owner no longer frowned at Mullah's age.
They finally survived.
They can even celebrate each other's birthdays every year as if it were a secret deal.
Bless the other person to come into the world on that day.
But this flower will always be special.
The mullah dried it into a specimen and carefully kept it in a book.
pity.
Now it was turned inside out and thrown casually on the ground.
Just like his current mood.
Maura couldn't help but use force to hold the dried flower, almost damaging it.
He suppressed his sadness and spoke harshly to his sister for the first time.
"You still remember it, but do you still remember our original agreement? Do you not recognize me as your brother?"
They agreed not to be on guard against each other and to tell each other everything.
But he had no idea about such a big thing!
He knew that his sister was not as innocent as she appeared.
No child can guarantee a pristine white if they want to survive on Piccadilly.
Oftentimes, their counterattacks rely on Angie’s cowardly and timid image.
But he didn't expect that his sister would dare to kill someone!
People like them basically have no friends.
In other words, Angie was a person who accomplished… so many things that he didn’t know about.
"No, no!" Angie couldn't help herself any longer and threw herself into Maura's arms. "I never thought of it that way!"
"You will always be my brother, the only relative I have in the world!"
"It's just that I need some time. In a few days, I will tell my brother everything about those people."
The sudden revelation was also unexpected for her.
She originally thought that the matter was over and no one knew about it except her.
Maura stared at her for a long time, and finally decided to give her a chance.
"Okay, I'll give you some time."
He continued before Angie's smile appeared.
"I just want you to tell me one thing now, the name of the man you killed."
Everything else can be put off until later, but not this.
What they did was not entirely clean, and fighting was common.
Intentional injury or indirect injury could be something he knows about.
The only thing he couldn't wash away was the crime of killing someone directly.
Maura could clearly feel Angie's embrace on him tighten for a moment.
Then, he heard a name.
"Habib? Uncle Briceño's son?" Maura's eyes widened. "Didn't he die in an accident?"
One year ago.
Maula once worked as an apprentice helper in a relatively high-end restaurant.
Habib is the son of the restaurant owner and a damn beast.
At that time, Anji came to the hotel to look for him once or twice and happened to run into him.
The beast was convinced that Angie was hiding her appearance and wanted to adopt her away from Mullah.
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