บท 808: Chapter 257: When the Soul-Continuing Incense Burns Out, I Shall Leave

"Miss Anne... I've come to see you."

Leonard Churchill had never felt a sentence weigh so heavily on him.

The old person lying in the chair by the window also trembled slightly.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Only then did she respond, "Mr. Leonard Churchill..."

That address felt somewhat unfamiliar,

yet as soon as she spoke, the feeling was just as it had been all those years ago.

Suddenly, Leonard Churchill seemed to see the silly girl from a hundred years ago, who had smiled as she greeted him, sitting in front of the window, waiting for him.

With myriad thoughts in disarray, he didn't know what to say and stammered, "Miss Anne, it's been a long time."

The old person's tone was much too composed, gently saying, "Yes, it has been a very, very long time."

She had waited a full hundred years for this meeting.

And hearing that "it's been a long time," Leonard Churchill's eyes unwillingly reddened.

He walked over.