C282 Transfer of shares?

I looked up at him expectantly, my hand gripping the hem of his shirt, my eyes like the eyes of a dying man on the sea holding the last piece of driftwood.

I knew I was weak, and I couldn't do anything about it.

I can only place my hopes on you...

If something really happens on the continent, then I won't be able to be myself for the rest of my life.

Because it was my mother who lost him