'Yes, I had plastic surgery, and at that time the girl with wounds all over her face was me.'
'Because of a little accident my sister and I strayed to M country and were targeted by some local black forces.'
'If you hadn't appeared that time, my sister and I would have died in their hands.'
'Later, I was rescued and my sister unfortunately died.'
'Little brother, you saved me back then, so I put you in my heart, and I've always wanted to find you to repay your kindness, but ... have never been able to find out any information about you.'
'Until this time, you and Mr Michael came to S country, only one side, I recognised you ...'
Anastasia had already choked up a bit by the end of her words.
Her chest felt like it was tightened by a big hand, and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.
The eyes were covered by watery mist.
She blinked hard and tears tumbled out, landing on the quilt and haloing a little water mark.
