Chapter 1720

Mom finished washing the dishes.

She didn't stay idle.

She took a rag and went to my room.

I remember every time she went to my room, she would say I didn't tidy up, and I would act spoiled and say I was tired.

I subconsciously followed her.

Wanting to hear her nag.

But as soon as I opened the door, I saw my black-and-white portrait in the room.

The me in the picture was smiling gently.

Yes, I died.

I wanted to protest; they shouldn't use this photo of me just because I died.

I wasn't gentle before; I was just like an ordinary girl, careless.

This gentle photo was taken when my mom took me to a photo studio to introduce me to a potential partner.

She insisted I smile like this, saying boys would like it more.

As a result, I didn't get introduced to anyone, and I didn't expect it to be used for my funeral portrait. "Lily!"

I heard Mom calling me, but when I looked closer, Mom was calling my photo...

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