"So this handkerchief really is yours..." Damian looked at her, his eyes tinged red.
"Yes, it may look a bit old." Molly smiled as she folded the handkerchief and put it in her pocket. "This is something my grandmother left me, probably the only memento left for me to identify my family."
At this moment, Damian finally confirmed that Molly was indeed Ivy, his sister.
He stared wide-eyed, looked at the sky, and held back his tears.
When he looked at her again, he managed to much better control his emotions.
"Do you want to find your family from before?" He asked cautiously, watching every single one of her facial expressions.
With her eyes lowered, Molly quietly said, "Honestly, I don't want to. If it weren't my grandmother's dying wish, I wouldn't even want to keep these things."
"Why?" Damian squinted, his phoenix eyes narrowing to a slit under his glasses. "Don't you want to meet your family?"
To meet her family...
Molly was stunned for a moment.
