"You lie! I have done so much, why can't I…" Aren looked at Aya and screamed out loud.
Aya looked at Aren like this and shook her head.
She didn't know why Aren has the obsession of being remembered in history.
But…
"Because I won't let you be remembered." Aya slowly took a few steps forward and looked at Aren closely. "Being remembered in history… is not as good as being remembered by the people who truly cared for you."
Aren opened his mouth and then said, "No one cares for me."
No one?
Aya thought about the White Family Patriarch and their own childhood, silently shaking her head. Even though they way the White Family Patriarch showed his care was a bit… strange, but Aya could see that the White Family Patriarch genuinely cared for them.
It was just that Aya didn't need it.
Because of her memory and her own methods of dealing with things.
While Aren needed a different kind of care from the White Family Patriarch but the other party never gave it to him.
