Chapter 444 Swollen And Needs Some Massage

• This snowfall is just like when Jasper came to Pillere to look for me. In a black coat, he sat on the long wooden bench I often occupied. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, shimmering with a silvery glow. He brushed the snow off his shoulders and waited there for me for a long time...
• “Oh no, why are you crying, Ms. Eileen?”
• Mary, who walked in, looked at Eileen sitting on the ground. At first, the latter was lost in thought, thinking about something or other.