Bella Green stood as if petrified, utterly rooted to the spot, utterly shocked.
Seeing Bella's expression, Xylia Xandrell felt no gratification, only overwhelming desolation.
"Go away, my affairs are none of your concern. From now on, I'll keep my distance from you all."
The girl, usually so gentle and fond of wearing a faint smile, had become unreasonably cold.
Bella felt as though even breathing brought pain.
Mason Bennett, how could he possibly be Arjo?
Arjo...
The name that Xylia often mentioned in their childhood.
She clearly remembered the sweet, flower-like smile on Xylia's face every time she uttered that name.
But later, he left, silently and without a word.
Yet, Xylia said he would return, that he promised to come back for her.
And the result?
Xylia actually said that Mason Bennett is Arjo?
How could that be possible!
"Could you be mistaken?" Bella forced herself to speak with difficulty, hoping she would say it was all a mistake.
