Amelia felt a sourness in her eyes as he looked at her. She stared back at him through the thin mist in front of her eyes. At this moment, these eyes were just like those from the rented room's door back then, clearly deep and cold, yet also revealing a wounded vulnerability, as if he was the one who had been wronged and hurt.
From that moment on, this gaze rooted itself in her heart, asking her night after night in her dreams why she had to kill his child.
During that time, she almost went insane, so she had genuinely hated him with gritted teeth, to the point where she didn't want to meet him ever again even in the afterlife.
After all these years of hardships, he finally stopped haunting her dreams, but now he changed his approach – directly torturing her in person, huh.
What truly annoyed her was that when facing his gaze again, her heart couldn't help but falter.
Tears uncontrollably fell down along with it.
