Her Scissors Cut My Hair, But His Betrayal Cut Deeper - Chapter 101: Chapter 101
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She had a hunch that Lily had gone to the cemetery on the mountaintop.
Her flashlight cast a weak beam as Maya trudged through the mud, each step careful and cautious. The mountain path was too slippery in the heavy rain—one wrong move and she'd fall.
But Maya also had to hurry—she was terrified something would happen to Lily.
In this moment, time seemed to go back to a few months ago, to when she lost her daughter...
She had once lost her daughter forever because she left, and when she saw her again, she was already dead. Now she was afraid the same thing would happen again.
She knew Lily wasn't her daughter and their situations were different, but Maya was still afraid, trembling and frantic—all she wanted was to find Lily and hold her tight enough to feel her heartbeat.
As Maya thought this, her steps unconsciously quickened. In her panic, she made a mistake and stepped into empty air.
"Ah!"
Maya's whole body instantly pitched forward. In her panic, she grabbed onto a branch at the edge, but her leg shot through with piercing pain and she could smell blood.
Her leg was cut open, blood mixing with rainwater and flowing constantly.
Her flashlight had fallen, plunging everything into darkness. Maya tried several times but couldn't climb back up. She could only call "Help!" over and over, but no one answered in the dark surroundings.
The rain was getting heavier, beating against her face with pain that gradually turned numb.
Maya was losing strength, and her grip on the branch was about to give out.
Despair welled up inside her—she couldn't save Lily, just like she couldn't save her own daughter back then.
Maya's strength gave out and she let go, accepting reality with reluctance and helplessness.
"Maya, don't give up!"
Her falling hand was suddenly caught, and a beam of light shone toward her. Maya looked up and saw Ethan.
He had caught her sliding body, and the headlamp made his whole face look so bright, even the worry in his eyes was clearly visible.
"Maya, I'm pulling you up."
Ethan pulled Maya upward with force while she endured the sharp pain in her leg and struggled to climb.
"Are you hurt?" Ethan asked. Maya shook her head, not letting Ethan know about her injured leg. "I'm fine. I think I know where Lily is.
She must have gone to see her mom. Let's go together."
Ethan grabbed the anxious Maya, asking worriedly, "Are you sure you're not hurt?"
"No." Maya denied it again.
Only then did Ethan feel relieved. He pulled Maya along as they climbed up the mountain, and sure enough, they found Lily in the cemetery.
She was lying next to a tombstone as if curled up in her mother's arms, completely motionless.
"Lily." Maya endured the pain and walked over step by step, calling Lily's name.
Lily's body moved slightly. When Maya got close, she stood up, soaked and pitiful, crying as she looked at Maya. "Aunt Maya, they don't want me. Nobody wants me."
"Aunt Maya, am I really that bad? Is that why Mommy killed herself and Daddy didn't love me?"
"No, that's not true!" Maya felt like she was hearing her own daughter ask the same question—in her dreams, asking over and over if she was bad, if that's why Daddy gave up on her.
Tears mixed with rainwater.
In this moment, Maya looked at Lily, and through her saw her own child, and also saw herself—someone who had never been able to move on. The knot in her heart finally loosened.
"Lily, I want you. Lily, would you like to live with me from now on?"
Her flashlight cast a weak beam as Maya trudged through the mud, each step careful and cautious. The mountain path was too slippery in the heavy rain—one wrong move and she'd fall.
But Maya also had to hurry—she was terrified something would happen to Lily.
In this moment, time seemed to go back to a few months ago, to when she lost her daughter...
She had once lost her daughter forever because she left, and when she saw her again, she was already dead. Now she was afraid the same thing would happen again.
She knew Lily wasn't her daughter and their situations were different, but Maya was still afraid, trembling and frantic—all she wanted was to find Lily and hold her tight enough to feel her heartbeat.
As Maya thought this, her steps unconsciously quickened. In her panic, she made a mistake and stepped into empty air.
"Ah!"
Maya's whole body instantly pitched forward. In her panic, she grabbed onto a branch at the edge, but her leg shot through with piercing pain and she could smell blood.
Her leg was cut open, blood mixing with rainwater and flowing constantly.
Her flashlight had fallen, plunging everything into darkness. Maya tried several times but couldn't climb back up. She could only call "Help!" over and over, but no one answered in the dark surroundings.
The rain was getting heavier, beating against her face with pain that gradually turned numb.
Maya was losing strength, and her grip on the branch was about to give out.
Despair welled up inside her—she couldn't save Lily, just like she couldn't save her own daughter back then.
Maya's strength gave out and she let go, accepting reality with reluctance and helplessness.
"Maya, don't give up!"
Her falling hand was suddenly caught, and a beam of light shone toward her. Maya looked up and saw Ethan.
He had caught her sliding body, and the headlamp made his whole face look so bright, even the worry in his eyes was clearly visible.
"Maya, I'm pulling you up."
Ethan pulled Maya upward with force while she endured the sharp pain in her leg and struggled to climb.
"Are you hurt?" Ethan asked. Maya shook her head, not letting Ethan know about her injured leg. "I'm fine. I think I know where Lily is.
She must have gone to see her mom. Let's go together."
Ethan grabbed the anxious Maya, asking worriedly, "Are you sure you're not hurt?"
"No." Maya denied it again.
Only then did Ethan feel relieved. He pulled Maya along as they climbed up the mountain, and sure enough, they found Lily in the cemetery.
She was lying next to a tombstone as if curled up in her mother's arms, completely motionless.
"Lily." Maya endured the pain and walked over step by step, calling Lily's name.
Lily's body moved slightly. When Maya got close, she stood up, soaked and pitiful, crying as she looked at Maya. "Aunt Maya, they don't want me. Nobody wants me."
"Aunt Maya, am I really that bad? Is that why Mommy killed herself and Daddy didn't love me?"
"No, that's not true!" Maya felt like she was hearing her own daughter ask the same question—in her dreams, asking over and over if she was bad, if that's why Daddy gave up on her.
Tears mixed with rainwater.
In this moment, Maya looked at Lily, and through her saw her own child, and also saw herself—someone who had never been able to move on. The knot in her heart finally loosened.
"Lily, I want you. Lily, would you like to live with me from now on?"
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