Cane knew this was not real, but what he was witnessing right now had happened in the past. His surrounding would change depended on what moment Iris's memories took him.
At first, he saw a little girl, playing alone on her own. She couldn't hear her surrounding, but her beautiful blue eyes filled with curiosity.
Iris was two years old when Mason hit her for the first time, or at least, that was how she remembered it.
The little girl stretched out her arms, her eyes lit up when she saw Mason was approaching her. She had been neglected by people around her and no one wanted to play with her, thus when she saw Mason gave an attention, she looked excited.
Her smile was very adorable when she raised her arms, asking for Mason to pick her up, but instead that little boy was cruel enough to kick her in the chest, her little body hurled across the room.
