Chapitre 95: On Madeleine’s Memories

"It doesn't matter. You'll have plenty of time to recall those dusty memories!" Ian said to me with a faint smile. "It's over. Let's go!"

I looked at the man before me. He was not the Ian I knew! It was Dark Angel. He must have controlled Ian. But what was the memory he was talking about? Was it about me?

Ian turned around and walked out of the cell. I glanced at Madeleine, who was about to die. She was almost dead. This poor woman. She probably never thought she would die in this dirty cell. I sighed softly just as I was about to leave.

Madeleine's hand grabbed my ankle tightly. In that instant, images of Madeleine appeared in my mind. It was part of her memory.

The images flashed through my eyes like lightning, and I saw Madeleine as a young girl, her eyes clear as water, and tender as a freshly bloomed flower. I saw her leap joyfully into the arms of a young guard, their eyes filled with love.