Chapter 132 Accompanying

FAYE'S POV

Timerante's sensitivity had become stronger.

I didn't even know that he would notice that I was just breathing heavily.

But since I found out, I was not in a hurry to hide.

I walked out confidently and came up behind him, “Did you build this tombstone?”

"Yes." Timerante's voice sounded very heavy, even very hoarse.

He did look very lost.

No, it was not just loss, it was simply vicissitudes of life.

I almost thought the man standing in front of me was an old man in his fifties or sixties.

But this made me even angrier.

Maintaining a look of regret and deep love for the so-called mate, which was me, in front of others, but secretly mourning for his deceased fake lover. It was really ridiculous!

Perhaps sensing my murderous intent, Timerante suddenly spoke again, “If you want revenge, you can do it now. I won't resist.”

He paused and added, “As long as I can still breathe, it's fine. My life still has a use that cannot be killed.”