"Brother Ethan…" Jesslyn Derei raised her hand, caressing Ethan Jenkins' scarred half of his face, "Isn't this very tiring?"
After hearing what Brother Ethan had said, she didn't consider why her Brother Ethan would become so wicked.
Just like Amanda had said, to truly love someone, whether he is an angel or a devil, a heart filled with deep affection will never change or waver.
Even if it meant going against the entire world for him.
She simply felt an unspeakable sorrow.
She could hardly imagine how painful and exhausting it must be for someone who even has to sleep with caution, guarding against being killed.
Ethan Jenkins froze.
"Brother Ethan…" Jesslyn Derei started to choke up, "Let everything go, please put aside all that hatred, okay? In my heart, you are the noblest crane, you should belong to the bright skies."
Ethan Jenkins' eyes darkened as he grabbed Jesslyn Derei's wrist with a slight force, "No one has the right to make me let go of my hatred."
