"Derei, I'm sorry, I'm late in coming back, you've been wronged over these years."
The bewitching fog in Jesslyn Derei's eyes suddenly dissipated.
Her heart trembled abruptly.
Her Brother Ethan finally came back?
Finally remembered her?!
By the time Jesslyn Derei recovered from her shock, Ethan Jenkins had already fallen asleep beside her.
"Ethan... Brother Ethan?"
She called out tentatively a few times, but his even breathing in deep sleep was the only response.
He was sleeping very soundly.
With the faint lamp light by the bed, Jesslyn Derei gazed joyfully at his handsome face in slumber.
Struggling against the impulse to wake him, she stretched her hand out gently, wrapped it around his waist, and curled into the warmth of his arms.
Over these years, Brother Ethan had suffered too much; he was too tired.
It was good that he was back, she didn't rush to wake him; she let him rest well.
For the first time in her life, Jesslyn Derei had never felt such happiness.
