Chapitre 87: Volume 2.86 Records of the Jailhouse (7)

"Merry Christmas, Myrene."

"Merry Christmas, Myrene."

When Myrene blinked her eyes, she was so confused about what she was seeing in front of her.

The gentle face of her mom and the robust yet all smiling face of her dad appeared in front of her.

"Mom? Dad?" Myrene was surprised. She couldn't understand what was happening right now. It was like she had been daydreaming and just awoke from it. And in that daydream…

Everything was dark and she was just following someone's cry.

'Hmm... Someone's cry?' Myrene felt that she was forgetting something. She looked at the place she was in. It was their same old house with the huge green Christmas tree decorated with beautiful glittering white lights, and garlands, and surrounded by plenty of gifts. 

It was the same normal lovely home she had but why does she feel a strange nostalgia looking at it.

"What's happening?" Myrene asked. She looked so innocent about everything happening to her.