However, she knew clearly, leaving this scar was not a reason worth remembering, it was somewhat absurd and pretentious.
Aldana Candi gave a gentle smile and softly said, "Things are different now."
Ellen Candi looked at her.
"I want to try to move on." Aldana lowered her eyes, looking at her fingers, and spoke softly, "I don't want to remain trapped in the past anymore. I now want to come out."
No longer wanting to indulge in past pains, this eye was like a small window above the head of a drowning person; for all these years, she had enclosed herself beneath the weight of suffering, using her own eyes to punish her previous poor judgment of people, denying herself a chance for relief.
Yet now, she finally had the courage to reach out and push open that slightly ajar window.
Finally, she could lean out and take a breath of fresh air.
She would never tell Ellen about the matters concerning her eye; she planned to guard this secret until death.
