Peter Aria's eyes were helpless, "You..."
After their laughter subsided, they snuggled on the sofa together, engrossed in a book — their favorite pastime from their youth.
These past few days had been so blissful for Peter Aria that they felt somewhat surreal. He was always grappling with a sense of unreality.
Even with his lover by his side, a sense of regret lingered in his heart.
Cradling his hand in her cool, graceful one, she inquired, "What are you thinking about?"
Peter Aria sighed heavily, "I don't want to cause you any heartache, but...I still don't know where that child is. Fanny, I am the one who has wronged you. If it weren't for my impulsiveness that year, you wouldn't have had to be separated from your daughter, and our family of three could have been reunited long ago."
If it wasn't for Virginia Frost's persecution years ago, their family of three would be living a tranquil, harmonious life, plain yet warm.
