Park Anya slowly walked to the door. She was only a step away from Jordan and Park Sora.
The familiar fragrance of wood and ambergris assaulted Jordan's nose again. Although she was dressed simply, she still looked extremely noble.
Just like that, Jordan observed her curvy body at close range. Her delicate skin made his heart ache.
In the huge city of Seoul, Park Anya was the only exception.
Such a beauty, such a unique aura and such a proud personality died at such a young age.
Jordan looked at Park Anya and could not help feeling extremely regretful. He regretted killing her back then!
"Why did I kill her?!"
Recalling the tragic scene of Park Anya lying in Jordan's arms in the Syrian valley, Jordan couldn't help crying when he saw her face.
Park Sora's height only reached Jordan's chin. She suddenly felt water droplets on her hair. She looked up and realized that it was Jordan's tears.
