"Sometimes being too persistent only makes you lose more. Think about it, when was the last time the little princess spoke to you calmly and peacefully?"
"Don't you miss those times?"
As he spoke, Moore placed the document he held back into his pocket, stood up straight, and gave Alfredo a respectful knight's salute.
"Do you remember the scene when we welcomed the little princess? Although we can't turn back time, the relationship still has a chance to be mended. Don't stray further and further from your original intentions..."
After leaving Alfredo's sickroom, Alfredo sat alone, deep in thought. An image of a little girl around five or six years old flashed through his mind.
"Why are you here? Why aren't you going in to eat?" Alfredo walked up to the thin little girl, gently brushed the hair from her forehead, and asked softly.
"Go away, you're all bad people. I don't want to talk to you. You'd better stay away from me."
