Chapter 135

I looked at Nadine, noticing her long hair had grown a bit since I last saw her, yes, it's been about eight years. She had aged, yet gracefully so. Where once in her younger days she exuded a cool, warrior-like aura, now she seemed to radiate a gentle, motherly warmth.

Her eyes met mine, brimming with a multitude of emotions, as she rushed toward me but suddenly halted. A shadow of fear flickered across her gaze, perhaps a remnant of guilt from the pas, perhaps a lingering reminder of how she had stabbed me before. I sighed inwardly.

I sighed, reflecting on how women tend to remember every mistake made against them for a lifetime, and maybe even beyond into the afterlife. However, men were accustomed to being hurt by women.

“Come here,” I beckoned with open arms, a soft smile playing on my lips, devoid of any resentment. “Don’t you want a hug?”

She hesitated for a moment, then threw herself into my embrace, her familiar scent enveloping me, reigniting long-lost memories. “Nadine, than