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Storm said, "Grayson has a natural fear of women."

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A trace of pity flashed across Storm's face. "It's perhaps related to his childhood experience."

Jenson was intrigued, and he focused on listening to Storm's story. "Grayson had long forgotten about what happened to him before he met Sir Ares. At the time, he was not so resistant toward women in general. But in recent years, he's slowly remembering the things that happened to him when he was a child, and it's triggering his phobia toward women."

"What happened to him?"

Storm said, "He never elaborated it. But it has something to do with his mother. It seems that because his mother had cheated, his father got into a fight with her and ultimately, his mother ended up killing his father."

Jenson was utterly taken aback.

Grayson was sealing up such a painful memory in his head?

Storm smiled bitterly and said, "Jens, in this world, a blessed person can live however they want to, but for

they can only end up being

domineeringly said, "There's no need for

grandeur is infinite. But no one knows that when it's dark out, our hearts grow darker as well. I often wonder why my mom

Storm on the

unfortunate traumatic childhood takes a lifetime to heal, Jens," said Storm with a bitter

at Storm and asked, "How about

told him that Storm's childhood might be even

smile and said, "Me? I... I can't remember

to be a

after my dad got married to my stepmother, she didn't like me so I was tossed aside to my grandparents instead. Perhaps I was cursed for a lifetime because not long after, both of my grandparents died as well. My stepmother said that I was ominous, so my dad

pair of barren farmers. They weren't rich, but they were good to me a t the beginning. Once they gave birth to their own child, however, they sold me

gone looking for my past.

"You still have

child, but his eyes were so clear

as if he was a towering tree with leaves that