C921 So It Was Really a Sore Thumb

"I've lost my memory before. It's not like you don't know." The sleepy Jane Ronan didn't know that Edwin Carter had misunderstood her and even retorted foolishly.

"Jane Ronan!" Edwin Carter's face was ashen, and his voice became even colder. It was as cold as a piece of poisoned ice.

There was only an orange light in the room. The light was warm, originally warm, but suddenly