Chapter 311 - Palm (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lauren did not know what to say to comfort Greta, but she also knew that Greta did not need her comfort. She just needed to be a quiet listener.

Following that, Greta talked about how she spent time with Rene and Samuel.

From Greta’s description, Lauren could visualize what Rene and Samuel would be like if they were still alive.

Both of them were very bright and cheerful, warm and lively. If they could grow up successfully, they would have become people who would contribute a lot to society, and they could also have started their own families.

Unfortunately, all of that could only exist in Greta’s imagination.

Greta shared everything about them that left a deep impression on her, starting from the moment they were born. Lauren listened attentively and occasionally echoed what she said.

They were like two people who had met in a public square. Although they were strangers, they were chatting happily.

During this process, Lauren could see that Greta’s skin was becoming transparent bit by bit.

The red dress was undergoing the same change. Its color slowly began to dim.

Finally, Greta related to the last year of Samuel and Rene’s lives. Her eyes were filled with nostalgia. Just then, a gust of wind blew past the window and her hair was blown up.

Although at the moment her hair looked comical, with one side long and the other side short, Lauren could only see the infinite grief and nostalgia of a mother who had lost her children.

After saying that, Greta raised her hand and took a look at her hand, turning it over and over again.

Then, she turned around and looked at Lauren.

The sunlight shone in from behind her, but the almost transparent Greta could not block the sunlight.

The sunlight passed through her body and shone into the room, illuminating tiny motes of dust in the air.

“I’m going to disappear, am I right?”

Greta’s hands were very long and slender, which made them very suitable for playing the piano.

However, she already had the pleasure of hearing Greta play the piano.

It was the last monologue of a pianist, and also the last wail of a mother.

Lauren nodded and spoke the cruel truth. “Yes, you will disappear very soon.”