"Alice..."
Qiao slowly uttered this name, his voice trembling a bit.
It wasn't Russell disguised as Alice... In that instant, he seemed to have seen the real Alice.
It was Alice from twenty years ago, etched in his memory.
"I am not Alice. I am just her illusion..."
"Alice" sighed, "She's already dead... Father."
Ah...
Qiao's mouth opened slightly, his teeth feeling numb.
His head shook slightly for a moment, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.
Like the warm sun shone upon him, yet he felt a cold despair.
Only then, seeing the living Alice before his eyes, did Qiao truly and belatedly realize something.
—Alice had already died.
She died because of the foolish choices he had made.
He had never seen Alice's body, nor had he attended her funeral. To this day, he hadn't truly comprehended that Alice was dead.
It seemed just like a distant farewell. As long as he did not confront it, she was still not dead.
But up to now...
