Michael Leaf felt that he truly couldn't imagine, couldn't imagine what that frail and pale her bore through every despairing day and night.
Seeing Michael Leaf convulse with sobs, Emma River's face gradually lost its smugness and pleasure.
Did he really regret marrying her that much?
Emma River withdrew her gaze in self-mockery and turned vaguely, climbing the staircase.
With more than twenty years of time, she couldn't say she hadn't truly loved, but when all her youth, all her love, was spent on this man, what did she get in the end?
Keira Leaf did not stop her, her eyes also slightly moist.
The paintings left by mother before her death were probably the best interpretation of her mood at that time.
Keira Leaf gently stood up, walked over to Michael Leaf, and gently embraced him: "Mom will forgive you, she always knew you loved her, she always knew."
