After a while, Rosalie finally lifted her head: "I don't have any previous memories, it's too vague, it seems like I'm constantly repeating the process of dying, as if I was created out of thin air."
Seeing Rosalie's somewhat dejected look, Kane walked over wanting to pat her shoulder, but his hand passed right through her body, bringing out a wisp of white mist.
Silently retracting his hand, he placed it behind his back and said: "Don't dwell too much on the past, now you are free, the future will become your past."
Seeing Kane's actions and hearing his words, Rosalie smiled, nodded, and said, "It was supposed to be the result of helping the master, but instead, it was the master helping me."
"You are free, you don't have to call me master, how about just calling me Kane."
Truth be told, Kane always felt strange being called master.
