Chapter 121

Euan threw away the popsicle stick he had eaten, "Damn girl, who is pitiful?" The old man glared at him fiercely, "How can you be full of swear words at such a young age? Apologize to Maine!" ... Time has build a lot of memories, but Euan still clearly remembers that one summer, when he was fourteen years old, a little girl, at take risks of being beaten by the old man, smiled sweetly at him with a popsicle in her hand. ... Maine, who had been kneeling outside the door for two hours, was soaked with sweat, her long hair was wet against her red face that had been burned by the sun, her eyes were soaked with sweat, sour and unbearable, tears and sweat flowed together, the head gradually became dizzy, and the whole body was weak... "Grandfather……" She murmured, her eyes darkened, and finally fainted on the ground. Euan was startled. He was about to step out when he saw a tall and straight man in a black shirt. He picked her up with his arms and strode into the May