Behind Monica, Jeanne made sure to enunciate her every word.
Monica froze at the door and thought that she was hearing things. How could Candice be Jeanne? How could Candice call herself Jeanne? They clearly did not look alike at all.
She turned around, her eyes red. As her eyes were red, her vision was blurry, and she could not see that the woman in front of her also had red eyes with tears in them.
"Are you trying to say that you can also become Jeanne?"
"I am Jeanne, Monica." Jeanne was suppressing her emotions, and her voice sounded choked up.
Even when she regained her memory and found out that she was Jeanne, she did not feel as bad as she did now. Hence, she did think that telling Monica the truth would make her so emotional.
She pursed her lips tightly. She felt good to be alive… and to be able to see the people she loved.
"Aren't you Candice?" Monica still did not believe her.
