With You For the Rest of My Life

"I go back to visit my mother on the anniversary of her death." Suddenly, Jim said bitterly, "she was buried in a low tomb in the
countryside where my grandmother lived. I always bring some food with me, chat with her, cut the grass for her, and clean up the
tombstone. "
Jim didn't know why he said this to Rose, but he had kept these memories of the past in his heart for too long. He needed an
outlet for all his emotions.
For so many years, he had never told anyone about his background.
He thought, maybe it was because of the effect of alcohol that he could desperately open the scar in the bottom of his heart.
Or maybe he wanted to tell her everything because she looked so much like the person in his memory.
"I went to see my mother today. I went to her tomb with my grandmother. My grandmother is over 90 years old with gray hair.
She has cried for a long time in front of my mother's tomb. " With a bitter smile, he continued, "my grandmother is a strong lady.
but no matter how strong she is, she can't bear the pain of losing her young daughter. She told me that I need to revenge for my
mother. But Rose, I'm more than 30 years old now and I still can't make it. I hate myself. "
Jim poured the liquor and drank it up in one breath.
"Don't drink too much." Rose couldn't bear it and tried to grab the glass, but in vain.
"Let me finish it. You don't know how painful I am today!" Jim took another sip of liquor and looked at her with a gentle smile, but
his eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
He was much stronger than her.
But Rose felt that Jim was as fragile as a child.
She knew the pain of losing one's family better than he did.
But it was his father who killed her parents. How ridiculous it was.
She even felt sorry for him here.
Rose lowered her hand and clenched her fists, trying to control her emotions.

"My mother passed away when I was still at school. She was killed in a car accident for no reason." Jim said with his eyes
covered with a layer of haze, "There were too many suspicious clues of her accident! But no one wanted to investigate, no one
dared to investigate, because they are all murderers, all of them!"
Suddenly, Jim became emotional as if he was drunk and threw the glass far away.
"Bang!" the glass hit the opposite wall and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.
The waiter outside heard the noise and hurried in to check, "Mr. Qu!"
"It's okay. Clean it and bring a new cup in." Rose took out a piece of tissue, pursed her lips and wiped the tears from the corners
of Jim's eyes.
It was the first time that she had seen this man cry.
This man was either enchanting or mysterious, but he had never shed tears.
In Rose's view, how could such a man from a rich family cry so sadly.
Suddenly, Jim held Rose's wrist. He opened his eyes, looked at her, deeply.
"Mom." He called her softly.
Rose froze all of a sudden. She was sure that Jim didn't call her name, but his mother.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I saw you were murdered by my father, but I couldn't help you. I couldn't save you. It's all my fault. Sorry, sorry...
" Suddenly, Jim muttered to himself in a low voice and then cried bitterly.
He said, "Mom, I miss you so much. I really miss you.".
Rose's heart missed a beat when she heard Jim's words. She turned to look at the recording pen lying quietly in her bag.
Rose let Jim held her wrist, lost in various thoughts.
Did the death of Jim's mother have anything to do with Sun? Is that the reason why he had a very bad relationship with Sun for
so many years?
"Mom, forgive me, forgive me..." Jim murmured.

"Don't worry. I won't blame you. Have a sleep." Rose put Jim's body down steadily and patted his back gently with one hand.
Soon, Jim quieted down and collapsed on the sofa, lying in a baby's curled posture.
This was a posture that indicating one lacks the sense of security.
Rose slowly got rid of his hands and stood up. She stared at his sleeping face for a long time and glanced at the empty bottle.
Rose picked up her bag, pressed the switch to end the recording, and raised her voice to call the waiter who was guarding
outside.
"Help me get him into my car. Thank you." Rose took out a few bills from her wallet and handed them to the waiter.
The waiter took the money respectfully. Seeing that Rose had a close relationship with Jim, he didn't dare to neglect and helped
Rose to carry the drunken Jim to the car outside.
Rose opened the door and sat on the driver's seat. She looked at the beautiful sleeping face and then at the recorder in her
hand.
After thinking for a while, she started the car.
Rose knew the address of Jim's home. He was an unrestrained person. He bought an independent villa in the most expensive
block, and lived alone without any servants and followers.
Rose took out the key to the villa from Jim's pocket, opened the door, helped him out of the car, and put him on the sofa.
"Umm..." Jim was put on the sofa by Rose like "throwing". He groaned uncomfortably, opened his eyes and looked at Rose in a
daze. He smiled and said, "Rose, what are you doing..."
He finally recognized her.
"I drove you home." Rose said calmly.
After saying that, Rose turned around and was about to close the door, but she was stopped by Jim.
"Rose, don't go, don't leave me..." Jim held her wrist.
Rose's body suddenly stiffened. She was not used to other men's touch.

Rose took a deep breath, turned around and comforted Jim, "Okay, I won't leave. I will stay here."
Jim smiled with satisfaction. He let go of Rose's hand and fell asleep again.
Rose took off his slippers and put a pillow behind his head.
Rose turned around and closed the door. After standing for a while, she went to Jim's room, fetched a blanket and was about to
cover him.
When she left the room, Rose suddenly noticed a photo hanging on the wall.
It was the same as the photo she saw in the back seat of Jim's car last time.
The group photo of the three of them was cut off from Sun.
Rose stared at the photo in a daze.
It seemed that her guess was correct.
Then the recording she had could be the evidence of Sun's crime.
In the photo, the woman next to Jim was probably his mother.
Rose was in a daze and felt that the woman looked like her mother.
And Rose looked exactly like her mother, Lillian Liu.
Just now, Jim mistook her for... Was it because of this reason?
Rose lowered her eyes, calmed herself down and went out. She unfolded the blanket and covered it on Jim's curly body.
Rose squatted beside Jim and looked at him for a while. Was he drunk or sober?