Clara stared at the ballet pendant lying in the grass, her heart feeling as if it were being torn apart. She remembered seven years ago, when Liam went to three jewelry stores to buy this necklace and even had their initials engraved by the designer; she remembered when the necklace got caught on her dress during dance practice, and Liam carefully untangled it for her, saying, "I'll help you wear it from now on, don't hurt my princess"; she remembered when she gained weight during her pregnancy and couldn't wear the necklace anymore, and Liam smiled and said, "When you lose weight, I'll buy you an even bigger diamond."
But now, he not only watches as someone else takes her necklace, but he also says, "It's no big deal."
The wound on her back was still bleeding, and every movement felt like being pricked by countless needles. Clara sat on the ground and suddenly laughed, laughing until tears streamed down her face. Her laughter echoed in the empty garden, carrying endless sorrow and self-mockery.