Chapter 270 Epilogue
- Agnes
- Eight years had passed by.
- The concert hall was packed to capacity, not a single empty seat in sight. My spine ached like hell from sitting on the hard wooden chair for the past two hours, and my pregnant belly made it impossible to find a comfortable position. Elijah kept rubbing his neck and his slightly graying temples and grumbling softly under his breath about sore backs in the morning.