As soon as I got on the car, he could not wait to send me a few voice messages.
"Daphne, there must be a limit to your temper. This time, your trick was very professional but it was still a failure."
"I'm already tired from working every day, do I have to play suicide games with you once a month? When did you become so immature?"
"Believe it or not, even if you do die it won't stop me from mass-producing blue fireworks. It doesn't matter if you don't support me, there will always be people who do."
After he finished speaking, the phone pierced through my empty body and hit the urn on the passenger seat.
I looked at his all-too-familiar profile and could not help but shed tears.
Believe it, how could he not believe it?
I was truly dead.
The urn was casually thrown by him into his laboratory, and the spilled ashes were mixed with a pile of gunpowder powder.
He immersed himself in the work of fireworks design that he had no time to take care of me.
I looked at the countdown to the fireworks show on the wall, which showed that it would be tomorrow.
Calix rushed to finish the work, and in the end, he even used the gunpowder mixed with ashes without a care.