Renee's gaze caught the figure of a tall and slender man standing in the darkness.
The panic in her heart was magnified as she remembered the unbearable pain from before, her lips trembling.
After thinking for a moment, she took a deep breath and nodded her head. "All right, I believe what you said is true."
Caroline Edwin nodded.
With a wave of her hand, the mutilated face of Renee was restored, not stunningly beautiful, but her fair skin exuded the softness and gentle charm typical of women from the south, a beauty like a small and delicate jade.
Touching her face, feeling her restored features, her eyes were filled with tears, and her heart felt a tightness that could not be described with words.
Gratitude filled Renee's eyes, a hint of reminiscence on her gentle face as she softly spoke.
Recalling the scene, she still could not let go of it and her bitterness, and her emotions stirred with hatred.