Chapter 47 I'm Sorry, I Love Her

• Harold's left skull was almost deformed, but Sandra could easily recognize him just by this half of his face. She silently looked at his face, tears streaming down and dropping onto Harold's dirty hand.
• Who could have imagined that the once famous playboy of Imperia would meet his end in such a way. She reached out silently, helping Harold wipe the dirt off the half of his cheek. The dirt was thick and couldn't be wiped clean. As she wiped, she suddenly laughed sorrowfully, tears flowing as she smiled.
• She slowly lowered her head, gently holding Harold, and whispered softly in his ear, "Harold... it's okay, it's all okay, it's better than... living in suffering."