When Anthony Charlie arrived, this was the sight that met his eyes.
The girl was standing in the stream, her cheeks as smooth as silk, that ugly birthmark was no longer there!
His steps suddenly seemed rooted to the spot, frozen.
His eyes, unblinkingly, were glued to the girl.
That face...
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In response to Freya Morrison's question, Eve Thompson tilted her head, a beautiful twinkle in her eyes: "Because there's no birthmark."
"Impossible!"
Lana Thompson, as if she had finally found her voice, her words rushed and panicked: "At age ten, a classmate brought makeup remover and a brush, washed your face, scrubbed your face, and even through the skin of your birthmark was scraped and you bled, it didn't fall off! How can you not have a birthmark!"
With that remark, Eve Thompson's fingers clenched tightly, her eyes darkened, flickering with a sharp and angry light.
She could almost imagine the scene then.
Her little sister, surrounded by a group of children.
