"My love" Stephen gently called out to Theodora.
He wanted to use his other hand to wipe away those tears on her pretty face. But alas, he could no longer feel it. That's right, his arm got ripped off. It's still lucky that he could still see her even if it's a little while.
"Yes, baby?" Theodora wiped away her tears and leaned in to touch his forehead with hers.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
Theodora's eyes softened. Who wouldn't remember this man shining brightly in that cold winter?
"Of course I do"
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It was around 300 years ago when the two of them had met.
