Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Tears streamed down Ivy's face as she nodded repeatedly. "It was all my fault before. I

was malicious, but from now on, I won't be like that anymore."

Even she felt disgusted with herself. "Frank, do you really not mind my past?"

"Mind it? What if I told you I did?"

Ivy's face turned pale. She knew she was the one who had done wrong, and it would

be fair for him to mind, but her heart ached deeply.

She bit her lip hard. "Even if you do mind, I... I can't change it. Time can't go backward."

Frank held her tighter. "I was joking. What I mean is, even if I did mind, what difference would it make? After all, it's already happened.

Besides, I wasn't part of your past. The Ivy I know is the one trembling when pulled out of the sea, the one afraid of the dark and clutching my sleeve, the one who gets scared to death just by killing a fish.

Your past might have been unbearable, but from now on, you need to learn to be a good person. If you ever again have a heart to harm others, then I really will mind."

Frank gently wiped away her tears.

When Ivy had first confessed her past, he had been shocked. Perhaps if someone else had heard it, they would have scolded her endlessly.

But Frank was more perceptive than most. He could sense that Ivy's actions weren't entirely her fault.

Since childhood, her mother had instilled a warped perspective in her, making her believe that her old self was the right way to be. This deeply ingrained mindset wasn't something that could change overnight.

awful her past self had been. And everything she endured afterward felt like she

of Ivy. The only person she

to beg for help-a sign of her filial piety. She hadn't

given her all, willing to endure pain and hardship for

fact that she could recognize her

to the dust, yet here

past stay in the past. Don't dwell on it anymore. I can't change your past, but I can be part

cried until her tears

a bowl. "Why are you crying so

I'm happy.

much in this mountain village, so don't look down on it," the

up in the mountains myself. It feels like coming home," Frank replied with

face and stepped out of Frank's embrace. His chest

now on, okay?" "Okay." Ivy glanced at the wet patch on his chest and

for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Frank devoured the bowl of noodles in front of him, leaving

were hungry, why didn't you tell me? I wasted so much time

as your heart is no longer burdened, that's

to her as well, but his movements were always as elegant as those of a comic book

rough and unpolished, but his hearty laughter and

out she was

good night's sleep, but after several

a bath," he said. On the ship,

meet her family. She had

to death. He hadn't forgotten

the old woman said, pointing him in

sight, afraid he might not return once he left. "Don't worry, Ivy. I'll be back soon. How could I bear to leave you?" Frank said with a