"That's pretty much the whole story."
Isabella took a sip of her tea, her eyes closed.
Nolan fell silent, lowering his head. His expression was complicated, reflecting the mix of emotions swirling inside him, along with a sense of helplessness.
"I never imagined there was a story like that hidden away for so long," he murmured.
Now, he understood why Seira had fallen so ill. Most likely, her soul had been damaged again, just as it had been twenty-seven years ago.
'Could her imperfection be caused by the fact that she's the reincarnation of my fiancée?'
The moment that possibility crossed his mind, Nolan's expression changed drastically.
He himself had reincarnated perfectly, without the slightest flaw.
However, Seira might not have been as fortunate.
His heart pounded as his body began to tremble violently.
If his hunch was correct, everything would make sense. After all, Nolan still retained the memories of his previous life, whereas Seira had none.
