It seemed that she still cared for him.
“Grandpa!”
Sage ran into the house and was greeted by Wayne, squatting with a cigarette in
his mouth. He was so startled by Sage that he had almost choked. “Has the hairpin been fixed?”
Sage strode across the room toward the hairpin that was placed on the desk, and it was completely un
harmed. It seemed like it had never been broken in the first place.
Sage‘s eyes widened as she lifted it off the desk and took a closer look at it. There was not a single tra
ce of it ever being broken.
“Grandpa, your restoration skill has improved once again. There was no trace of it ever being broken.”
Wayne puffed out the smoke and said, “I‘d take that compliment if I could, but that wasn‘t my doing.”
“What do you mean?”
Sage looked at her grandpa, confused.
Wayne took another puff and responded, “I told you, that was no ordinary wood. Maybe there was som
e sort of spiritual power within it, and its own restoration power was stronger than any other wood.”
Sage was dumbfounded. She observed the hairpin once more and noticed that the mark of the spot wh
ere it had broken into two had completely vanished. Even the blood stain was gone.
No, it had been absorbed.
The hairpin looked slightly darker than it was before. What‘s going on? Sage‘s
heart thumped so hard that it felt like her rib cage would be ripped open. She grasped her chest tightly.
Images of Jace holding onto the hairpin flashed before her eyes. The crisp sound of it snapping into tw
o and falling from his hand to the ground echoed in her ears.
The hairpin was painted red with blood.
His palm was bleeding.
However, it felt more like the hairpin bled into his palm. A sudden wave of pain shot through Sage‘s tem
ple. She crouched and hugged her head from the excruciating pain.
An unknown island.
Seagulls flapped their wings over the surface of the ocean, and layers of waves crawled gently to the sh
aged man.
He was charming
He picked up two fishes from the net and whistled once before tossing
them into the air. The seagulls flew over him and caught the fishes with their beak.
The boat stopped by the shore, and a woman stepped bare feet onto the sand. She was wearing a long
body was perfectly sculpted.
“Have you caught anything?” The lady clasped her hands around her mouth and shouted at the man.
The man smiled brightly as he waved two
fat fishes and tossed them into the basket as he hopped down from the boat.
He strode toward the lady and frowned lightly upon seeing her. “You‘re not wearing any shoes again. Wa
the sharp rocks.” He then wrapped his arm below her bust and lifted her off the ground. She hooked her
a white house a short distance away. “How
is he doing today?” the man asked. “His fingers were twitching a lot. He‘ll probably be awake soon,” said
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