"Clover..." Master May spoke with some difficulty, "I'm not Feng, I'm Theodora." How much he hoped she would take a good look at him, see clearly who was truly in front of her.
But the next moment, Lady Li suddenly lifted her head. The joy on her face had already turned into painful despair, "I know, you just never wanted to recognize this daughter, right? You always thought this child wasn't yours, and now that the child is dead, that's the best thing for you, isn't it!"
Master May knew the person before him had once again fallen into those painful memories, as if she was experiencing the agony anew. He wanted to help her but didn't know how.
"Feng, you never truly trusted me, did you?" She looked at him, speaking slowly, her gentle face holding an indescribable refusal.
Master May felt a sharp pain in his heart. Back then, did she also, in front of that Feng, use such a resolute expression, saying such words? "Clover, if it were me, no matter what happens, I would trust you!"
