Brooklyn's POV: Before holding the Sever Link ceremony, Margaret said that perhaps the most painful part was not the process of holding the ceremony, but the reconstruction after the ceremony, which gave me a mental preparation. At the time, I thought there was nothing more painful than being tortured by the Hale family, and I could take it no matter what. But it turns out that pain was something that cannot be compared. The torture of Hale and Kate in the past affected your mind, making you cry during the day and sleepless at night. But the ritual? It gave an unbearable pain physically. Now that my bones were broHale, I couldn't feel anything except pain. As the consciousness became clearer, the pain became more and more intense. First was my limbs, I felt that they were still on me, but I couldn't move an inch. I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, so I could only lie on the bed like a disabled guy. The second was the organs in my body. They had changed as fragile
Brooklyn's POV: I had become more and more reluctant to go out. I hated seeing the sun, seeing those blooming flowers, or listening to the chirping of insects and birds. Moreover, I hated being surrounded by people pointing at me. I couldn't hear or see the outside world, and I had to practise staying in darkness. At least it makes me feel at ease. My family was so worried about me. They tried to unravel me, tempting me to watch my once-favourite scenery, and even brought in Emma for my company. Unfortunately, Emma was a simple and honest tailor. Her clothes were first-class, but her reaction was also the most authentic. The first time she saw me, surprise and disbelief flashed in her eyes. When talking to me, she just sat on the chair from the beginning to the end, without stepping forward or hugging me. Only when he left, she wiped her tears secretly and gave me blessings. I didn't blame her, at least there won't be a look of contempt in her eyes, which was already my greatest
Brooklyn's POV: Amy's arrival brought a ray of light to my dark life. No one knows why she called me "mother" suddenly, but she liked me very much. Every day she woke up, the first time she did was to visit my room to play with me, even if I was in a state of rehabilitation. The little girl would sit next to me, cheering me up by clapping her hands . To be honest, it was difficult for me to refuse the approach of such a lovely child. The original depression and irritability had gradually evacuated. Meeting this little girl every day had become my source of life. But I still didn't see Devin, and he didn't appear in my room the day when he sent Amy to me. He just brought the child to my room every day, watched her walk in before he left. To be honest, I was grateful to him for not trying to enlighten or educate me, but for giving me ample space to digest those negative emotions on my own. Amy seems to be a little late that day. At 2:00 pm, Lydia would come to my room at this time
Devin' POV: I had to admit that I was not a good dad. Amy turned one year old last month, and I still didn't help to feed her milk, change her diapers, and even wear her clothes upside down. No wonder that this kid scowled at me every time I met her. I was deeply ashamed. So, I planned to take her to find Brooklyn, trying to sort out her previous dreams, and cultivate the relationship between us, between the father and the daughter. Unfortunately, we didn't get along very well on the road. Amy disliked my rough hands for hurting her skin, disliked that the milk powder I soaked was either too hot or too bland, and the nursery rhymes I sang to her were indeed a disaster. Every time, she would wrinkle her face, and raise her little hands before beating me hard. Although it didn't hurt at all, she looked more like a spoiled child, calling out "Rascal!" in a milky voice. Although I couldn't bear the loss of my wife, I still thanked Lucy for leaving her to me. When I arrived at the Can
Devin' POV: "Because..." Somehow, Brooklyn was a bit annoyed, which I didn't know why. She didn't intend to explain at first, but after a while, she answered my question, "Because the assumption and reality were way too different! It was just like you saw a glass of water faraway, when you walk near, it turns out to be an empty glass!" "So, you're going to give up?" I repeated my question. A moment of silence. "I... I didn't want to give up..." She mumbled, then suddenly glared at me, "My, my, you are just as irritating as the first day we met!" I just felt like the atmosphere was pretty good, but it turned out to rain heavily in a split second. We were having a casual conversation, and she suddenly had a temper. Although confused, I was happy to see her regain her energy and flamboyance. "What? Are you that easily irritated?" I teased her, and she answered back with a fist. I grabbed her small fist with a smile, and pulled her into my arms. She then looked at me innocently li
Devin' POV: I didn't mean to say that to Irene, I just wanted to say that she didn't have to thank me because I didn't do anything, and it was her who deserved the admiration. Not me. But when the words came to the mouth, the meaning had completely reversed. "If that's the case, I won't bother you anymore. I wish you a good night, Mr Devin!" She roared at me with her eyes red, and she was trembling faintly. Then, she turned and left. She was mad. Really, really mad. Seeing her faintly walking away, I wanted to stop her, hugged her and explained to her, and I did. Her legs hadn't fully recovered yet. With such a pull, she immediately fell into my arms. But, she quickly pushed me away, with tears flowing all over her face. She tried hard to hold it back, and in the meantime, she arched her beautiful brows, glaring at me. "What are you doing? Do you think it's funny to see me humiliated!" "No, Irene, I..." "Enough!" Irene was so angry that she almost fell again. Seeing that the sit
Devin' POV: I didn't mean to say that to Brooklyn, I just wanted to say that she didn't have to thank me because I didn't do anything, and it was her who deserved the admiration. Not me. But when the words came to the mouth, the meaning had completely reversed. "If that's the case, I won't bother you anymore. I wish you a good night, Mr Devin!" She roared at me with her eyes red, and she was trembling faintly. Then, she turned and left. She was mad. Really, really mad. Seeing her faintly walking away, I wanted to stop her, hugged her and explained to her, and I did. Her legs hadn't fully recovered yet. With such a pull, she immediately fell into my arms. But, she quickly pushed me away, with tears flowing all over her face. She tried hard to hold it back, and in the meantime, she arched her beautiful brows, glaring at me. "What are you doing? Do you think it's funny to see me humiliated!" "No, Brooklyn, I..." "Enough!" Brooklyn was so angry that she almost fell again. Seeing tha
Brooklyn's POV: He kissed me. Devin kissed me. Did he know what he was doing! I pushed him away, but the expression on his face was more shocking than mine, even with a hint of remorse. "I'm sorry, Brooklyn, I... I'm so sorry..." Sorry for what? Sorry for kissing me? I, the offended person, hadn't said anything yet, how could he say such a thing! Such an asshole! I raised my hand in anger and slapped him. That slap must had been heavy, because my palm was hurting, and clearly, Devin's face had a red mark on it. But, I didn't feel bad at all, I even thought I should be a little harder, give this bastard a lesson! "Get out of here!" I was furious, completely disregarding my face. "If you're sorry, get out of my house! I don't want to see you again!" I'm ashamed that I once secretly thanked the Goddess of the Moon for giving me a second mate again! During lunch, I sat farthest away from Devin and didn't want to say a word. Abbey, who may have sensed something wrong, and kept tr