He kept saying he'd make it up to her, but in reality, he had no idea how to even begin healing the wounds he'd inflicted.
He understood why she wanted to leave.
But the moment he thought of her, of how she would have nothing to do with him from now on, it hurt to breathe.
At this moment, he finally understood why so many people in this world wished they could drink Forgetful Water.
If he could forget her by drinking the Forgetful Water, he would do it, even if it meant shortening his life by twenty years.
But it didn't exist… There was no Forgetful Water in this world…
Leona Grant closed his eyes and walked forward numbly.
"Leona Grant, can you just get lost? I'm so sick of you. Will you just let me go?"
"Why are you so detestable? I said I hate you, and I mean it! Are you a psycho?"
"Leona Grant, let's get a divorce. I'll agree to anything, as long as you agree to divorce me."
