But never thought that it would be this time to let flower like a stranger recover his memory. It would be such a heartbreaking scene. Flower like a stranger's face would be completely quiet. The calm before the storm would make you feel more at a loss. He would rather spend like a stranger when his wife left last month. He could cry, he could be angry, he could talk, but not the silence and fusion at this time Silence with blood and pain.

"Mo'er, it's my fault. It's my failure to arrange your birth mother. It's my negligence. It's all my fault. You You don't have to be so...