Miss Sasha E. Nedgabel Andrew was the daughter of Duke Andrew's sister, who through the family's persistent arrangement, married one of the sons of the Nedgabel house. They were both very happily married but all this was shattered quickly after the war.
The Persian's launched a large-scale assault on the Nedgabel family's territory and in this intense battle, Sasha's father heroically sacrificed himself. However not long after that, Sasha's mother couldn't bear the immense grief and decided to take her own life. At the age of four, Sasha E. Nedgabel became an orphan.
Duke Andrew brought his niece back to Narcissus County. From there onwards, he took over the Nedgabel family's duties of bringing up and teaching of the young miss. Coincidentally at the same time, O'Neil Andrew Morisette's mother had just passed away; both Sahsa and O'Neil became great companions for each other.
It was not known whether the Duke intended to do this, but if the answer was certain, then the Duke's understanding of his son may well surpass anyone else's. Oscar and Sasha's encounter did not seem like it was by chance.
Oscar matured early - the first time he met Sasha, it was as if she was a crystal to him and he swore that he would never let anyone break her. It seemed to him that she was still too young, and was the sort that needed protection. At the age of five, he started taking care of this four-year-old girl. Oscar gave Sasha all his mother's previous love and care for him. But that was not an act of playing "happy family", nor was it pure imitation. Giving away all the love and care he received during his childhood years entirely to the girl, was the teenager's deepest emotional transfer.
Oscar's mother, who loved him most dearly in the world had left him. Although he later became reclusive, he did not lose hope. The boy of Andrew's house was a natural warrior. Instead, the youngster's inner strength and stubbornness became more and more prominent. He would never accept others' pity nor wanted their emotional support but his mother's gentleness and kindness made it difficult for Oscar to forget.
His mother's frail body and beautiful face activated the maturing young boy's desire to protect since early in life. Unfortunately, his mother passed on before Oscar grew up but Sasha's appearance made this protective desire of Oscar's to flare up. Sasha, to a certain degree, became a symbol - a substitute of a princess. Oscar did not allow anyone to touch her. He transferred all his complicated and difficult emotions for his mother, onto Sasha. To outsiders, Sasha sometimes seemed more like Oscar's exclusive property. They even suspected that Oscar was somewhat perverted.
After Sasha entered her elder brother's room, she took one glance and instantly had her eyes on the enormous polar bear sofa. She exaggeratedly threw herself on it, shifting left and right continuously until she found a comfortable position and laid down. She even let out a happy snort.
"Little kitten! How does it feel? Oh, having a good eye on furniture is something your brother is extremely confident about," Oscar looked at his younger sister and smiled.
"Well of course! Is this the legendary polar bear? This is so cute and the fur is so soft. I really want to see them live," Sasha gently caressed the sofa, dissatisfied.
"No! Sasha, if you ever have the chance to see a real polar bear, the first thing you must do is run. The adult polar bears are about three meters tall and even they can even defeat a small army of soldiers alone," Oscar once read an expedition record on a terrifying encounter of the Ice Overload.
"Oh! Then we could keep them in a large freezer! I will feed them carrots every day. This way, they will slowly turn as meek as rabbits. Not long after that, I would be able to play with them." Sasha was clearly not giving up.
After hearing Sasha's words, Oscar felt that he might go crazy. He remembered someone once told him that his younger sister had the intelligence that surpasses her age, but her question was obviously ridiculous.
"Sasha! You should know! Polar bears are a type of exceptionally fierce beast. They would never care about your carrots, and definitely would not play with you. I can't explain to you why the polar bears are unable to accept your 'good intentions', but I know that nature has its laws and polar bears have their pride." Oscar strictly corrected his younger sister. He knew that there were people in the underworld, whose specialty were business dealings of rare creatures. Not to mention that since they were young, this girl before him had a knack of causing trouble. Building a freezer and breeding a few polar bears, was definitely her kind of thing to do.
After listening to her elder brother's words, Sasha became solemn. Her gaze lost that spark of innocence but a sudden arrival of intelligence startled Oscar.
"Brother! I'm glad you know these things so well. But what if His Majesty the Emperor wants to train a polar bear? Would the polar bear abandon his pride for the person offering the carrot if he was the head of a supreme monarch?
Oscar was surprised! He was completely astonished by his younger sister. Though Oscar's thoughts were exceptionally quick, "Freezer, His Majesty the Emperor, polar bear, training, carrot, pride!" These words were momentarily weaved into an exceptionally wide scene in his mind. He himself had been at the very center of a battle between the royal family and his own; he could practically guess the thoughts of Alfa III immediately. In this situation, Andrew was exactly the kind of guy who was comparative to the ice plains in a freezer. Oscar was that polar bear. The carrot was like the prince's crown on his head. His Majesty the Emperor could eliminate the wild nature of the polar bear through training, to such a degree that the polar bear's pride on the ice plains would be completely obliterated.
Sasha's words enlightened Oscar. The young prince was never a stupid person, even the elite strategists of the underworld commended him endlessly. Oscar finally realized that his line of thought consisted of a fatal flaw. It was considering everything for his own interests - a habit he picked up in Damorga.
He had been separated from his family for too long!
Little Oscar's selfishness was not wrong. If it weren't for his selfishness, he would have already become a mound of dirt in Damorga. But Sasha was different. Being a member of Andrew Nedgabel's, her habit was to prioritize her family's interests. It was obvious that Oscar overlooked his family's responses whenever he pondered on a problem. Presumably, his father would not be happy to have a member of his family emerge with qualities higher or even better than his because that would signify the loss of power.
Sasha used her handkerchief to gently wipe the traces of sweat off the young prince's forehead. Oscar caught both her hands.
Sasha saw a firm light in her elder brother's eyes.
"Sasha, you know, I would never betray you, and even more so betray the family. I was born in Narcissus County. No matter how fresh the carrots are, it can never beat the narcissus flower blossom in the four season."
Sasha nodded her head furiously. She knew her elder brother would answer this way but still, she understood him.
"When I was leaving, father told me things about you. Brother, would you like to hear me out?"
Oscar was somewhat baffled. Why didn't the Duke talk about these things with his wife but chose this young girl instead?
Sasha waved her hand and caught Oscar's attention, who was about to sink deep into his thoughts. "Please respect me a little, will you! That time, father pulled me into that huge study room of his and spoke to me for over an hour! Brother, you wouldn't even know that he smoked! He completely didn't realize that he was speaking to a young lady! And that was practically a torment to me! Good gracious! You do know how strong the smell of father's cigar is..."
"Sasha!" Oscar interrupted his younger sister's continuous jabber. He knew that his younger sister had not dropped her habit of deviating from the topic. This intelligent little one's line of thought had a strong nature to leap. When Oscar was young, he could never tolerate it.
"Sasha, speak decently, will you? You know I have no interest in father's cigars!"
The young miss, Sasha E. Nedgabel Andrew acted all rogue. When she heard her elder brother's words, she swiftly sat up straight and spread her snowy white hands before Oscar.
"Foreseeing future events, now hand over the prize!" Sasha's manner was extremely adorable.
Oscar shook his head and forced a smile. He could not remember when Sasha developed this habit. Back in the days, he would always reward Sasha with a small prize whenever she had successfully recited a short literary. Since then, after experiencing the sweet taste of rewards, this little girl started using all her ways to try and get rewards from him. On the other hand, Oscar would always have various bizarre little things on him, such as a snail without a shell or a colorful volcanic rock. He could always, with his sister's longing gaze, bring pleasure and happiness. He had never disappointed Sasha; never before, and definitely not now.
When Oscar knew that he was going to reunite with his sister, he was well prepared to handle a situation like this. So this time, he performed a magic act before his younger sister. His original intention of learning this diversionary tactic from Ricky the Liar was exactly so that he could showcase this skill to her.
He placed his hand on his heart. Sasha's eyes were wide opened, but she was immediately disappointed. There was nothing in Oscar's hand. Sasha knew that her elder brother had never refused to give her a prize before. So she carefully inspected Oscar's chubby hand. But again, there really was nothing on it.
Sasha's expressions were over the top. Although Oscar wanted to enjoy this moment a little more, he knew that the little princess would be taken over by madness anytime, and that was not an amusing thing.
"Dear Sasha, don't move! Don't move okay?" Oscar stroked that fiery red hair of Sasha's. "Little princess! My little princess, why did you not look in the mirror? My prize is already on you!"
"Ah! Really?" With brother Oscar, Sasha would forever be the little girl that never grew up. Not noticing that her elder brother had played a trick on her hair, Sasha jumped down from the sofa and ran to her bedroom, shouting loudly, "Mirror! Mirror! Mirror!"
"Wow..." Oscar was very satisfied with the exaggerated sound of praise that came from the bedroom. The girl returned to her brother's side in a whirlwind, then proceeded to straighten her skirt and smoothed down her beautiful hair. Her face finally displayed the most beautiful smile.
"Brother! Am I pretty?" Sasha happily waited for a confirmation.
Oscar was dazed. His younger sister was no longer that little girl. She had tender skin, a waist as slim as silk, and she had matured very perfectly. Her fine curved body was not at all like any other fourteen-year-old girl.
Little miss Sasha E. Nedgabel Andrew was proud. She took pride in her breasts that were slowly enlarging, getting more and more perfect by day. When she looked at her naked body in the mirror, she was not the least bit shy of it. She treasured her own body even more so when her foster father told her that according to their family's practice, she was to marry her brother Oscar when she was older. The second she met her brother, she could not wait to tie the knot with him.
At this point, Oscar was not aware of the great change in nature of his sister's body. He stared at this beautiful girl that was as pure as the Narcissus, something close to devotion. A jade green dragonfly was perched between the girl's hair and that was Oscar's prize. The dragonfly was not real but a fake handiwork that could pass off as authentic.
The dragonfly complemented Sasha's beautiful, fiery red hair with its pair of huge sapphire eyes. Oscar believed that no one in the West Land has seen such a huge jade green-colored dragonfly. This was a rare species from the far Eastern Lands, but this was not where the true value of the dragonfly's lies. Its body was carved from a whole piece of precious stone to produce. The precious stone's corrugation was perfectly combined with the dragonfly's beautiful body. Even though this dragonfly was only as long as a finger, but in the history of the West Land, this insanely tiny and exquisite craftsmanship has never been seen before.
The Eastern people's wisdom, as well as arts and crafts, were undoubtedly something the West land's artists and expert craftsman are unable to compare with.
The fiery red color of the hair added a sense of grandeur to the girl. The elegantly perched dragonfly helped add a bit of dignity and peace to the girl too. Both of them were perfect as one.
"Beautiful; extremely beautiful and I can't describe it! Really! Little princess, please do not make it hard for me anymore! I absolutely cannot find words from this world that can describe you! It seems like I'd have to pray to the God of Light. Only He can tell me how to praise your beauty."
Sasha E. Nedgabel Andrew cheerfully accepted her brother's praise. She realized her brother was better at talking than before. After she gave her brother a quick peck, she climbed back onto the "polar bear". She had never been this coy in front of her brother. When they were younger, her brother had once given her a bath before. But now her whole face unexpectedly turned red at her brother's words. Sasha did not like this feeling. She had to hide the abrupt shyness that came. The little miss did realize that her feelings for her brother had changed since earlier on.
"Very well! The gift was received, father's intent shall be revealed!" Sasha looked at Oscar with satisfaction, who was so engrossed in his own fantasy that when he suddenly heard those words, he became stunned.
Oscar was a little dumbfounded. He had not managed to react as his sister's speed of straying off a topic was very fast, but since when did she become so fast in going off a topic?
Sasha's gaze was again filled with that spark of intelligence. Oscar was certainly a little curious, what was this girl's true self?
"Actually, what father spoke to me were only about these two matters - one, why should he use that insanely passive tactic towards His Majesty the Emperor; two, some of his guesses and views on your future."
Oscar thought about his father, the dignified Duke. He indeed wanted to know just how much of those viewpoints regarded from his father, were correct. The youngster extended his neck.
Now, Sasha was not that little devil who was an annoying troublemaker anymore. Her voice was clear-cut and powerful, exactly like the famous politicians.
"Father's methods were actually a last resort. During the early days when you were caught, father pondered repeatedly. At that time, he felt that carrying out a rescue for you would result in more loss than a gain."
When Oscar heard this, he could not help but let out a cold snort. Suddenly, the living room's temperature dropped.
Sasha was sensitive enough to feel a change in her brother. She was astonished at his loftiness. It was something she had never seen or experienced before. She only felt as though the sudden cold stream nearly left her frozen.
"Brother! Please do not get angry? I know saying this would make you very angrier, but please don't blame father. You don't believe that he loves you dearly which I've always known. But you should know that father has no ill intentions towards you. He has never hurt you. Don't tell me you have not noticed this before?"
Oscar knew that everything Sasha said was true. Nevertheless, he still cared about his father after all. He just couldn't bare tolerating his father's use tactics by comparing it with his ten years of imprisonment.
Sasha knew that she should continue talking. She hoped her brother could understand his father's deep love for him. She herself, to a certain degree, had detested her foster father when he handed over her most beloved brother to the Ministry of Justice. She even forced herself to not speak even a single word to him. However, when she understood clearly about some of the principles it involved, she was unable to not believe this Duke. He always treated Oscar and his mother entirely with love, but what is right or wrong cannot be commented.
The Duke had never owed the Princess. The one who truly owed the princess was His Majesty the Emperor. He did not care about his younger sister's wish and forcefully broke up the lovers who made an oath of undying love - no one who could retort the supreme. In the King's house, all female members were born as a sacrificial victim for political marriages. The lucky ones would work hard to make themselves love their husbands, and the tragic ones were like Oscar's mother, who until death, still held onto the disillusionment of romance that shattered her spirit.
The Duke loved this beautiful princess that was 10 years younger than him. If he didn't, the Duke would not have agreed to this marriage. As compared to the Emperor's power and influence, the Duke back then was just as imposing. The Duke still remembered the first time he met Mica Alfa Morisette, he was not aware that this beautiful girl passing through the garden court, was the Titan Emperor's younger Imperial sister. He went to the Emperor to ask about the girl's origin, and that already crossed the line.
The Emperor did not reply him. The moment he saw the Duke's eyes filled with light, that was enough for him to determined everything. Perhaps the surprise of the engagement would trigger the Duke's appreciation for him even more.
After consulting the opinion of many elders of the Imperial family, the Emperor announced his decision. The Duke's response was as he expected. Although the Duke had found out about the girl's identity through other channels, this did not affect his good impression of His Majesty the Emperor.
The Duke was evidently dazzled by surprise. He simply did not consider whether Her Royal Highness the Princess would already have given her heart to another person. The Duke was at his prime time of life. Even though he already had three wives, the position to be his main wife was still vacant. The Duke felt that Her Royal Highness the Princess was undoubtedly the most suitable choice for this role.
Although the Duke knew that the marriage was a part of politics, he did not put too much thought into it at all. The Andrew's family had married numerous Princesses from the Morisette dynasty and anyone would know that that did not change a thing. So, the Duke married the Princess almost hastily and brought her back to his beautiful hometown. Until the both of them had finally had the opportunity to spend some time alone as a couple, only did he realize that he himself had plunged headfirst into an iceberg.
When the Duke realized that the Princess did not feel any love for him at all, he started to reflect. At this time, he also came to understand that the Princess had a lover before this - the holy knight who had long since been sent away by the Emperor to the Empire's northern region.
Dortmund Andrew Nedgabel was always not a person who gave up easily. So with great confidence, he pursued the Princess. The weird thing was that the Princess was already his wife, but the Duke did not quickly assume his right of being a husband. He hoped that his love would, in the end, get the Princess's love in return.
Mica Alfa Morisette was not a qualified Princess because she did not know her role in the dynasty and the Imperial household. However, she received multitudinous adoration throughout her life. She never thought that she would become an instrument of marriage. What ridiculous innocence! She innocently assumed the reason her brother, the Emperor broke her up from her lover was because the handsome holy knight was a famous senior colonel; yet here, her husband was only a marshal.
The Princess was lamentable. Ultimately, her pure loyalty towards love has ruined her whole life. But, she wasn't wrong - was being utterly loyal to love considered a mistake? The Duke was not wrong, too. Was loving a person head over heels also considered something wrong? The Princess knew that her husband's adoration for her beats all his other wives; he was a good person, a good man. However, these did not make her fall in love with him. The princess's heart, aside from that lover far away at the frontier, could not accommodate for anyone else anymore.
The Imperial household's messenger caused the Princess to fall into despair. They urgently needed her to give birth to a boy for the Andrew family. Although the Princess was playful, she was slightly more cowardly instead. After the fifth letter came from her family, she finally went to bed with the Duke.
The Duke had a rough idea of the contents of these letters. He felt that this was a very good opportunity. Once the action of physical body was involved, then this relationship may well develop into true love.
However, the situation did not go as the Duke thought it would. After the Princess confirmed that she was pregnant, she refused his "invitation". Mica was deeply ashamed by her actions. She became pregnant with a child for a man that she did not love. However, when she almost died while giving birth, she was deeply moved by the child instead. He was innocent, he was without guilt, and most importantly, she gave him life. She named him, she nursed him, and for him, she persevered through her life that was already falling apart.
Since Oscar became sensible, he knew his mother was different than the other mothers. His mother was more beautiful compared to the rest; his mother was frailer compared to the rest; his mother loved her own child more than any other mothers. Oscar passionately hoped that he could become one of the clan's brave warriors. That way, he could protect his mother.
The youngster hated and opposed anything that could threaten his mother. Among that, it naturally included his father. When his mother passed away, he did not allow his father to enter the room at all. He knew that every time this chap arrived, his mother felt depressed for quite awhile. The five-year-old youngster did not know the true meaning of death as he slept in the same bed with his mother's corpse until she was buried.
The Duke was at his wit's end dealing with the Emperor's wrath and even more so, he did not know how to refute. The Duke felt that it was his own wishful thinking that killed the Princess, who obviously did not know the ways of the world. Hence he chose to evade it. He managed to control the Emperor's damage to a minimal extent. Until Oscar, who had gone to the faraway Imperial capital to relax, committed the so-called "First Titan Court Case".
The Duke hurried to the Imperial capital. He felt that the matter could either be big or small, but when he saw the Emperor making threatening gestures, he then understood that this matter was absolutely beyond salvaging. He hinted to the Emperor many times about this child's past history, but the Emperor was so upset by his younger sister's early passing that he had forgotten himself. His Majesty's Cabinet Ministers became a stymie to him. The Duke's request for help in Dulin practically hit all four walls. He had considered using the army to forcefully lead the child out of Dulin. In turn, that would be labeled as a serious crime of betraying and fleeing. That was something that himself and the family could not accept. He knew the Emperor may not do anything, but once the rip was torn to an unmendable degree, Andrew would be in deep trouble with enemies everywhere and no way out.
The Duke sacrificed this child. He had no choice but to let the child bear the guilt. At the Princess' grave, he cried in sorrow until he lost his voice. He paid a bitter price for the mistake of his own wishful thinking. His son locked up in Damorga; a world without justice.
The Duke was extremely worried and troubled by his son's safety. For the first time in his life, he carried out a bribe. His target was Damorga prison's warden. He listened to the warden's suggestion to have his son was locked up in the scariest water dungeon along with the West land's King of Murderers, who was secretly imprisoned there. No one could survive in the hands of a murderer under the King of Murderers and likewise, no one could murder anyone before the King of Murderers. "Hopefully little Oscar would not get knocked down by the horrifying water dungeon. This is for his own good after all!" After drying his tears, the Duke could only pray in silent.
The Ministry of Justice's power was overwhelming in the Damorga prison. The Duke would not allow his son to be imprisoned in a gloomy and damp place that could never see the light of day, for many years. It was absolutely not a living environment that a child could adapt to. Once Oscar appeared publicly in prison, danger also followed. The hostility of the Secretary of State towards him could completely devour him as a whole. The Duke required powerful help. The only ones who could contend against the Ministry of Justice in Damorga prison, even though barely, were the big shots.
The Duke started to have secret contact with the influences these bigshots represented. He even went against his own conscience and did a lot of immoral things; but all of it was for his son, for the flesh and blood the Princess exchanged by sacrificing her health. The Duke showed no hesitation before the criminals. The Andrew family's influences always provided the criminals with facilities and the big shots in prison would take up the responsibility of protecting and nurturing little Oscar. Yet, the Duke knew that he could not take care of everything. If the child wanted to survive, he still had to depend on his own strength.
The Duke knew that his son's eyes were almost blinded. He also knew that a killer almost beheaded him. He even knew that a knight had dueled with him. Every time little Oscar was soaked in blood, the Duke's heart would flutter.
When he found out that his son had attained the crown of the Underworld, he was so overjoyed that he screamed and leaped in his study room. His son was grown up, strong and formidable! As a father, the Duke could finally smile with joy many years after that day.
Oscar was glad that the Poison doctor had damaged his lacrimal glad. He had never wept in front of his sister. Thank goodness! If that little rascal saw his tearful look, she would definitely shout it to the world for all to know.
Now, Oscar understood everything. He did not know that he and his mother brought that much pain to his father. He only knew what Sasha said was the truth and what his father said were more than the truth. The reason his father used Sasha as a messenger was because he hoped Oscar would accept the truth without being pressured. Among the entire family, the youngster was most relaxed around Sasha.
The youngster had accepted it. He was strong, precocious, stubborn, but he understood reason even more. In the end, his father would still his father. If he became a father, he probably wouldn't have done any better than the Duke. The youngster ceased his tearless weeping; all his emotions turned into pride. He was the fourth son of Dortmund Andrew Nedgabel and his arrogance was brought up by his father's countless effort.
Sasha observed her brother carefully. She wasn't sure just how much he had listened to.
Oscar gave his sister a very gentle smile. And yes, after experiencing the initial surge, his heart resumed its serenity. Since he was his father's most beloved son, then everything was just a matter of fact.
"Sasha, don't look at me in such a strange way. I am fine!" Oscar appeased his sister. "You haven't told me father's opinions about my future!"
"Father only said this to me- do whatever you want to do. If you stir up any trouble, worse come to worse, you could run back home. No horse could beat Lancelot's leg power. Besides, everyone at home misses you!"
"Hahahahahaha! Ola! I understand. Father still has some sense of humor. It seems like this old man is not beyond saving, after all." Although Oscar had already developed an unprecedented respect and love for his father, he did not mind joking about the "old man".
"Ola!" Sasha copied her brother's catchphrase. "Brother, did you know? The old man is so very shrewd! He accurately predicted the things that happened in the Imperial palace today. He even managed to guess the words that you said. Father told me that your wisdom would allow you to get through difficult times safe and soundly because he believes that you've noticed how strongly Alfa III cares about friendships. So I am not at all worried that you're moving to Feston Palace today. But 'old man', ha! It really suits him! Let's just say that the old man never thought the Emperor would crown you as the Prince of the Polar Bears! Haha! Brother! Do you like the title? But it seems that you should have an in-depth discussion with father about this matter."
Oscar would never doubt his sister's wisdom again. She understood her father's painstaking effort for him. She could stand with her family and yet understand the Emperor's plot from another point of view beyond the family's. It proved that Sasha's mind was on par with his. In the time to come, this girl could be molded to into an outstanding strategist.
Oscar was confident about that.
Sasha was a little sleepy. After she got up from the polar bear sofa, she took a liking to the huge bed in her brother's room. She pulled her brother and fell back onto the bed. Though Oscar felt that it was somewhat inappropriate, he immediately convinced himself; Sasha and he have never slept separately before when they were young.
It seemed that Sasha prepared well for the night as she took out a fairy tale book from the bed's cabinet drawer. Young her would always listen to a segment of a story before bed, and naturally, the person who coaxed her to sleep was her brother, Oscar. After Oscar was arrested, she gave up the habit of listening to a story before bed, but she did not forget about it. Instead, Sasha waited painfully for ten years to listen to the next part of the story.
When Oscar saw this fairytale book, all sorts of emotions ran through him. The book's pages were slightly yellowish, explainable by the passing of time, but the youngster dared not forget the special bond it contained.
He steadily took up the book and gave a hand in helping his sister find a comfortable lying position.
While Oscar held the book up, his past habits immediately recovered - he licked his finger with his tongue, and then skillfully found the bookmark. The bookmark was at its original page ten years ago, before he was arrested.
For the first time, her brother's gaze moved Sasha and she was mesmerized. She quickly closed her eyes as she heard the sound of a little polar bear trying to express itself.
"Ola! My beloved Sasha! Let's move on from the previous story. After the main protagonist - Snow White was kidnapped by the seven evil dwarf bandits, her lover, the handsome prince set out on a brave journey to rescue the princess ..."
Oscar presented all his storytelling skills and Sasha even shed a tear when the story started. Sasha knew that this was not a dream. Her tears were bitter and salty. She saw her brother, radiant with delight through her misty eyes. Her brother was holding the book just like before.
Oscar looked at the dried up tears on Sasha's asleep who was sound asleep and was somewhat baffled. His heart hurt so bad that it felt numb! Over the past ten years, he did not live as happily as Annie described. Annie was fooling herself. But the truth was that he willingly let Annie fool him. If he knew that Sasha was suffering so bad, then he would definitely have broken down the walls of Damorga, and killed everyone who got in his way, to be back by Sasha's side.
The boy embraced the girl, just like in the girl's countless dreams.
Smelling the perfume scent that resembled narcissus, little Oscar could not fall asleep. He carefully thought back to the case that got him imprisoned, ten years ago. Although they were apart for ten years, he never regretted that craziness he felt for the girl at that time.