Tears fell one by one from her cheeks.
Victoria choked out, "Am I very bad? Am I dirty?"
Hank Clegg cradled her face in his hands.
"No," he didn't know how to comfort her, tell her the truth, "you haven't lied to anyone, nor have you done anything wrong. You're not bad, you're clean. Victoria, look at me, look at me, look into my eyes..."
Upon hearing Hank Clegg's words, Victoria lifted her eyes to meet his compassionate gaze.
"But, but why do I feel like what they're saying is all true?" She helplessly clung to Hank Clegg's arm, "why do I feel like I know that Wang, why do I feel like something has happened, ah!"
She suddenly held onto her forehead.
"Don't think about it, don't think about useless things." Hank Clegg knew her headache was acting up.
He swiftly held her hand.
