245 To the whistle

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Emily watched Raylen as he spread his arms out on the back of the bench, allowing his head to fall back with his eyes closed, as if reminiscing about the horrid memory he shared with her a minute ago. She had always thought her own mother was difficult, but at least she had never attempted to kill her. On the other hand, Raylen's mother… 

"Your mother was a truly terrible person," Emily whispered, and she saw him turn his head in her direction. As he slowly opened his eyes, revealing the striking blue hue in them, a faint smile formed on his lips. 

"She was, but she was still my mother—the only one I have ever known." Raylen's tone remained nonchalant. "Are you feeling sorry for me, my Princess?" He detected a hint of pity in her gaze.