"Because I know that the face I created out of nostalgia is fake, and you are real. You are just not her."
"My name has been passed down through the ages, but I am the only one who remembers her."
Two lines of tears met on Lawrence's chin, dripped, and flowed along the edge of the yellow dress.
Harley looked at this "Lawrence" who had the same appearance as herself in shock.
She never expected that such a thing would happen.
"Feel sorry."
Lawrence bowed slightly to Harley, and the gem fragments appeared and covered Lawrence's body. Harley's appearance disappeared, and what appeared in the same place was still the somewhat depressed middle-aged man.
"Maybe I should go find that kid Ritsuka."
"I will correct this singularity."
Chapter completed!