"That abandoned warehouse was a godforsaken place. I found it so strange that someone dressed so elegantly would appear there, crawling on the ground. So, I hurried over to her, crouched down, and turned her over..."
"She... was Forsythia Brown."
Upon hearing this, a chill rose in Gem Atkinson's eyes, making Yigol Foster's heart tremble.
"What happened next?"
The question from Gem carried a sense of chilling calmness along with a hint of tremble, revealing his utmost restraint.
"How should I put it? Gem, I actually knew Forsythia longer than you did. However, you accompanied her for many years, while she only accompanied me for a day."
Yigol Foster didn't directly explain what happened later, but instead changed the subject.
"I am from Lake City, so I can be considered Forsythia's fellow countryman."
"However, she was a high and mighty princess, while I was a little beggar who couldn't even afford three meals a day, living in a slum."
