Winson raised his other hand and covered his teary eyes.

I slowly sat on the chair next to the hospital bed, gazing at Winson.

If it really was Philip... thinking about what I had asked of Philip in my past life, I laughed at myself.

It wasn't just Winson who was deceived, was it?

"Winson," I spoke with a low and deep voice. Winson moved his sleeves away from his eyes after a moment of dampening them, and looked at me.

"Last life's Natasha could never forgive last life's Winson, no matter what." Winson's heart tightened, he closed his eyes and nodded in pain.

He understood that he was not...