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Sandra was taken aback and couldn’t help but tease, “Isn’t this a little late for a rebellious phase?”

Maria chuckled and said, “Perhaps, but you see, even extreme sports enthusiasts climb skyscrapers with their bare hands. They know the risk of falling and getting seriously hurt or even killed, but they still do it. It’s the thrill of adventure and the sense of achievement after conquering something so daunting. When most people look at skyscrapers, they admire them from below. But for me, seeing a skyscraper triggers the desire to conquer it with my own hands, without relying on anything else. The sense of accomplishment from doing that can keep them happy for a long time.”

Sandra pondered for a moment and then said, “I advise you to be cautious and sensible. If this decision goes wrong, there might not be a chance to correct it.”

Maria lowered her head briefly before lifting it again with determination. “I know myself. I don’t have the power to kill Morgana in this life. If I manage not to get killed by her, that’s already a great success. But even if I can’t kill her, I have the opportunity today to defy her with my actions. Didn’t she dream of catching me? Well, she’ll never imagine that I’ll be right under her nose at this very moment. If I succeed, then I win one in the cat-and-mouse game we’ve been playing all these years. And when she’s gone, she won’t be able to claim victory over me. I’ll win to the very end! One day in the future, I’ll make sure she knows that I, Maria, wasn’t just running and fleeing from her all my life. I dared to stand up to her and laugh in her face, no matter how powerful she was. I, Maria, would still triumph over her!”

Sandra saw the excitement and eagerness in Maria’s eyes and began to understand her true feelings. She had been evading Morgana for over 300 years, running and hiding like no one else in the world. In this life, she might not have the strength to seek revenge, but she could make a statement with her incredible courage, slapping Morgana in the face right under her nose.

Sandra felt a bit infected by Maria’s determination and said, “If that’s the case, we don’t need someone to pretend to be a spy. I’ll stay here with you and wait for Morgana to come. I want to see for myself

what kind of person she really is.”

Maria asked in surprise, “Young Master, are you really willing to accompany me?”

Sandra nodded with a smile, saying, “Absolutely.”

Maria spoke earnestly, “Walking on this tightrope is like standing on the edge of a cliff. One mistake and it’s fatal.”

Chuckling, Sandra replied, “If you’re not afraid, then why should I be?”

Maria smiled, sincerity shining in her eyes and said, “Your words satisfy me. But I’m different from you, I have no one to rely on, no family or loved ones. Death is not something I fear, in fact, it’s a release. So I want to stay here alone. I don’t want to put you in danger, Young Master.”

waved his hand dismissively, “I can’t persuade you

insisted, “This is a personal feud

she didn’t kill my parents

a plan, “I’ll stay here today to face Morgana and you can find another opportunity to kill her in the future.

his head, looking into Maria’s eyes and said seriously, “From now on, everything related to Morgana, you’re with me. Today, I’ll stand with you to defy her and in the future, you’ll stand

didn’t know what to say for a moment. Her perception of Sandra began to blur and tears welled up in her eyes. She

this day forward, my life is intertwined

Ancient Town, clad in matching outfits. Rather than rushing to buy camping gear, they decided to take a

nostalgia. Despite the changes that had taken place over the years, she still discovered fragments of her childhood memories. Pointing to a stone bridge they approached, she excitedly grasped Sandra’s hand and exclaimed, “Honey, I used to cross

“Are you absolutely sure it’s

caused that break. It belonged to a stonemason who was transporting two stone

story, Maria continued, “I happened to be visiting the chieftain with my grandfather from the ancient city of Dali

couldn’t help but imagine the dramatic scene she described

lively little girl, dressed in traditional Hanfu attire and munching on candied haws, bounced onto the bridge. Her father, carrying

on her face and turned to Ishac,

can tell you, the clothes I wore back then were even prettier than hers and the beanbags my grandma embroidered for me were unrivaled in all of the southern province. Nowadays, the garb worn by young girls lacks the same charm

Hanfu during their meeting in Northern Europe, Sandra curiously asked, “When we met in Northern Europe, where did you buy the clothes you

I learned the art of female red embroidery from my grandma, but unfortunately, she passed away

Once their shopping was done, they headed to