Box

Suddenly a small house appeared in front of her, and it looked very old and shabby. Her grandparents were wealthy, but after becoming older, they just wanted to live near nature and weren't used to fancy electrical appliances. If not for the sake of safe keeping those out-of-print books, her grandparents would have never prepared such a technologically advanced safe.

The bamboo around the house were all planted by her grandfather, and as she stood in front of the door, she could imagine her grandmother playing the pipa and her grandfather practicing his calligraphy.

The moment she pushed open the wooden door, the smell of ink made her freeze slightly, and she began to recall everything that happened.

At that moment, she was no longer a thirty something year old who had lived a life of humiliation and torture, eventually dying horribly with full of hatred. Instead, she was now eighteen again, a weak spirited girl thoroughly bullied by her stepsister and step mother. Every time she was bullied when she was younger, she would run and hide in this house to cry by herself.

But from today onwards, she would not do the same again.

Emily pressed the ear stud on her left ear, turning off the security alarm. This security alarm was installed after she discovered that Lily had secretly entered the house, and she used up all her savings to install it. Once this alarm was triggered, the police would reach the house in three minutes.

Perhaps......... back then she already had a feeling that Lily wanted to steal her things, but you she was too cowardly to do anything else other than just installing a security system.

After entering the house, she turned on the lights — besides the lights, alarm system and safe, there was no sign of modernity in this little wooden house. She was so well aware about this house that even if she would be blindfolded, she could still find her way around every part of the house, and each part carried many memories for her.

After her grandparents passed away, she did not slack off — she would often hide here to read, train, practice acupuncture, record the experiments seated at school, then write down the conclusion of those experiments. The papers that were scattered on the desk were the results of all these years of research!!

With the wave of her arm, Emily send all those papers flying in the air, each piece of paper catching the light in her eye and then falling into the shadows. These variable papers that most people would fight to get their hands on were now like trash in her hands.

When Emily walked back to the car, she held a box in her hands, but it was locked. She past the box to John and calmly side, "Dad, these are the things left behind by Grandma and Grandpa. I'm passing them to you for safe keeping!"

Lily could not keep her eyes off the box made from narra wood, and was hardly able to suppress the greed in her eyes. Her gaze made Emily feel uncomfortable, and she suddenly shut the car door again and did not get into the car.

"Dad, I suddenly remembered that I have to sort some documents. Tell you what, you guys can go home first and I'll stay over tonight."

John frowned, "No, you are wounded — how can you stay here??"

So he finally remembered that I'm injured? Emily looked at him strangely — she was wearing the clothes that Auntie Lu had passed to her, and none of the wounds were visible, "It's ok!! it's just a few scratches. There's plenty of medicine hair anyways. I'll dress my wounds myself!"

John wanted to try persuading her further, but after thinking about her unusual behaviour earlier, he thought that perhaps she really needed some time to quiten her down, but it was the best that she doesn't come here anymore!!

"How about this — packing up everything in the house and coming back tomorrow!! After that, don't come running here anymore — it's best that family members live together!!"

Emily stiffened her hands but still smiled weakly, "Ok! This will be the last time I stay here!! Take care of the box for me in case there are............thieves."