She was deceived by her husband, used as bait, and ultimately killed. I thought that was the end of it, but then I was brought back to the moment I first met him. – Aiden furrowed his brow as he studied Asralda’s short hair and flat chest. “I heard that Oscar only has a daughter.” Gazing straight into his cold, relentless eyes, she made up her mind. “My sister died. Eight years ago.” I will never, ever play into your hands again. – Aiden quietly reached out his hand, observing her face full of wounds. Then, he gently caressed her recent injury on her palm. In that state, he couldn’t take his eyes off Asralda, seemingly tense for a long while. Three days ago, Astralda’s voice echoed in his ears and still lingered in his mind. “My sister died. Eight years ago.” Aiden’s voice resounded in the silent room. “Asralda…” He couldn’t comprehend it at all. “Why would you tell such a lie…?”