But now, in the face of life and death, it seems that many things no longer need to be said.
She sighed softly, "Philip Shaw, I don't want to hold grudges about the past with you anymore... but letting go of the past is something I can't promise you..." Her mind flashed with many memories, the pain of being deceived by him, the agony of having her corneas taken, and the years of being imprisoned by him, a past worse than death. She raised her hand and couldn't help but touch her right eye, which had already regained sight. Thinking about these things, she surprisingly didn't feel much hatred anymore. Perhaps when she accepted another persona of Philip Shaw, she no longer cared about the things this present Philip Shaw had done to her.
What she loved was the man who wholeheartedly cared for her, willing to give up everything for her.
Perhaps her love was also tainted with selfishness.
