Those memories, as if sealed by dust, suddenly crashed into Amelia Wright's mind.
In the blurred images, Godfery Shaw dressed in black, was holding her blood-soaked corpse, murmuring softly.
"Amelia, I've dealt with those who bullied you, it was my failure to protect you, don't be afraid, I've come to be with you."
The man's hands were bleeding uncontrollably, a floor of crimson.
Between life and death, Amelia was almost unable to distinguish memory from reality.
The overlapping images.
It was as if the event had already happened once.
Godfery Shaw was saying nearly the same words.
Amelia was in tears, she remembered everything.
How could she ever keep her distance from Godfery Shaw in this life?
In a past life, Godfery Shaw had accompanied her to death!
How could she harm him once again!
What severing feelings! What keeping distance!
It was all a joke!
In both past and present lives, Godfery Shaw was loving her, madly and recklessly loving her.
