Bazak quietly lowered his head.
Despite everything, she was a woman he once loved, no matter how much sorrow she brought him, this honest man believed.
He shouldn't have casually judged Tu Ya.
His past was a blend of both sorrow and joy, and to deny all of it would be like denying the years he foolishly gave his heart.
The woman paused, glanced at Bazak, and eventually, she just sighed.
"Now, I even have some regrets."
Bazak was slightly startled and couldn't understand the meaning of the woman's "regrets".
What the woman was thinking about was how years ago she wanted to take Tu Ya away, but the female leader of the Kechar tribe claimed that it was better for a child to stay with their birth mother.
Yet, the timid little girl back then had grown up to be like this.
Just like the cacti outside her house, all twisted and out of shape.
At his most humble moment in love, he had thought. If one day his life no longer included Tu Ya, what should he do, could he still go on?
