Kapitel 1324: 611 That Year_1

"It's you." Jobelle Callum's voice was filled with endless hatred.

The black skirt of the young lady fluttered with silver lotus patterns, shimmering and rippling in the moonlight. It was a mysterious and unpredictable beauty.

The young lady crouched down, with a handkerchief in her hand, gently wiping away the tears on Jobelle Callum's face.

Her motions were so gentle, as if treating someone precious.

"Do you remember Ayana Philbert?"

Jobelle Callum's eyelashes trembled slightly and she forcefully knocked away the hand of Aubree Groove. The pure white handkerchief fell to the ground.

"Get away from me, stop pretending to care. Kill me if you want, do as you please."

The young lady was not annoyed, she picked up the handkerchief and slowly turned around.