His Turbulent Wind of Love

Seeing that I didn't respond.

My mom angrily rushed into the bedroom, her face changing drastically when she saw the scene, smashing a white porcelain cup on the table in fury.

My dad's face turned visibly ashen as he awkwardly paced around the room before finally leaving.

"I'll go downstairs for a smoke and wait for you in the car."

Oh, I remembered. There were some revealing nightgowns, stockings, and some tools on my nightstand, brought by those people.

Emily held my mom's hand tightly, trying to defend me, "Aunt, Mia isn't like that. Don't overthink it."

Her defense only confirmed my mom's suspicions.

The veins on the back of my mom's hand bulged as she clenched her fist, trying to calm herself before calling me again.

Once, twice, three times...

The phone was still off.

"Mia, you're so disgusting."

Her words were like barbed steel needles, piercing my skin and stabbing into my limbs.

It hurt so much...

But Mom.

I was already dead, my body right in front of you.

If you had a bit of patience with me, you'd realize that the yellow suitcase shouldn't be in the bathroom corner.

You bought me that suitcase.

Back then, I was your Mia darling. You said I was the most important person in your life.

You said you'd take me to see the world, and give me the best things in life.

You bought me this suitcase on our first trip together. Don't you remember any of that?

The memories flooded my mind uncontrollably.

They made me restless and irritable. I wanted to rush over, grab her hand, and shout, "Look! Look, your daughter is right in front of you, in that suitcase you bought me!"

But as a soul, I could only helplessly pass through her body, unable to touch her at all.

She couldn't hear my hysterical cries.