Your Love Is too Weak to Resist the Wind

Orlando gave me a contemptuous look and said, "Mimi didn't find your dead thing unlucky and you even complained about it!"

Oliver responded with a sullen face, "Yes, you broke Mimi's figurine, so you should compensate her. It's rare for her to like such a broken doll of yours!"

I seemed to have lost my sanity and kept beating Orlando who was trying to stop me.

Camile let out a scream and said loudly, "Isn't it just a broken doll? Why did you hit Orlando?"

She picked up the lucky doll and threw it at me. "Just a dead thing, it's so dirty! I'll give it back to you, but don't hit someone like a madman!"

The pottery doll fell to the ground and instantly shattered into pieces.

The blessing and my name that my mother had written in the doll's belly were also shattered into pieces, unrecognizable.

Camile's sharp and vicious appearance overlapped with her childhood's.

At that time, my mother had just passed away and my father could not wait to bring Camile and her mother into the house.

In front of others, Camile was a good and well-behaved girl, but behind others she turned into a devil.

She always pretended to be pitiful and acted like a spoiled child in front of my father to take away things from me. However, the next day she destroyed them one by one and then put the blame on me.

The last time, she secretly stole my father and her mother's marriage certificate and scribbled a big black turtle on it.

"Dad, Hermione wants to kick me and mom out ...."

As a result, my father threw me back to my grandmother's house and ignored me for twenty years.

My saddest and most aggrieved times were always spent with the doll.

"Get out! Get out now!"

I held the shattered doll, tears streaming down my face.

Late that night, I received a call from Orlando while I was half asleep.

"Mimi, I was wrong about what happened during the day. We said we would always tolerate each other. You come pick me up and we'll make up!"

"Mimi, I'm feeling unwell. Can you come and pick me up? I have a headache, ah ...."

Back then, due to the matter of filling out college application forms for the college entrance examination, the two brothers and I had different opinions, which led to the biggest argument in our history.

I just went to my friend's house to cool my head, but they thought I had run away from home and searched the entire Hillsburgh.

When they finally found me, they almost knelt down in front of me.

From then on, we agreed that no matter how angry we got, we must tolerate and forgive each other.

In the past few years, they had always been lenient with me and spoiled me and never wanted to make me angry.

Thinking about how much the two of them had taken care of me and favored me over the years, I finally softened my heart, put on my clothes and went to the bar designated by Orlando.

As soon as I pushed open the door of the private room, I heard bursts of laughter from inside.

Orlando laughed while slapping his thighs, "I told you she would come, right? Look, isn't she cheap like a licking dog?"

"Come on, come on, the loser has to drink three glasses as punishment."

Camile laughed in satisfaction, staggering between Oliver and Orlando.

"I told you this bet was fun, you guys see her shoes are on the wrong feet. It's so embarrassing!"

At the moment, I looked down and realized that I had put my shoes on the wrong feet. When I heard his scream, I was so panicked that I did not care about any grudges in my haste.

Looking at their unscrupulous manner of making fun of me, my heart was filled with coldness.

So this was the feeling of being truly betrayed. It hurt so much!

My face darkened. I walked over to him and splashed the wine on his face.

"Why, is it fun to deceive others? Do you feel so proud of playing with others' sincerity?"

The whole room fell silent and Camile aggrievedly took a tissue to wipe the alcohol on Orlando's face.