Deana just involuntarily substituted herself into Bruce’s wife in her mind, and instantly felt that her eyes were filled with tears. She wanted to bear the tears back, but she didn’t think that it was because she couldn’t control it that big tears gushed from her eyes and slid over the face that had almost no wrinkles and did not show any signs of age.

The old butler on the side looked at it and sighed silently.

“Hey… in the entire capital, who doesn’t know that the second lady of the Thorne Family has loved Bruce for many years…”

“Just, who knows that Bruce has been dead for nearly 20 years, and the second lady has treated him. Her feelings are still so deep…” As the so-called sentimental hatred from ancient times, this hatred will never end.

In ancient Chinese, the word hate is more regrettable. People who are infatuated often leave only regrets, and this regret will never stop. This is the case for Deana. People who have never experienced deep-rooted love cannot understand one person’s obsession with another person.

Once you have obsessions, even if they are ten years or twenty years apart, even if they are thousands of miles apart, even if they are far from each other, even if there is a gap between Yin and Yang. This is the case for Deana.

She had long wanted to forget Bruce, and had long wanted to live her life steadily. However, that obsession in her heart is not allowed. That obsession is like a weed growing in her heart. With this weed, no other plants can be planted anymore. Sometimes, she felt that this wild grass had been deserted, and even felt that it had been burned to ashes.