The night deepened.
Neither of them mentioned going back to sleep.
Because Nancy Allen was afraid of the cold, the hammock chair was covered with a thick blanket.
Nancy Allen wrapped herself in the blanket, Julius Shaw sat beside her, in the deep night, the two sat shoulder to shoulder.
At this moment, Nancy's thoughts drifted far away, thinking about the fact that Julius Shaw and Godfery Shaw's birthdays were on different days. What happened on January 28th of a certain year, the day Julius was born?
What kind of terrifying event had to occur to give birth to such a malicious and sinister personality?
Perhaps the atmosphere of sitting shoulder to shoulder was too wonderful, she felt Julius Shaw's peace.
In the past, Nancy didn't dare to ask, but today she wanted to ask.
"Julius Shaw, how were you actually born? What exactly happened that day?" Nancy asked.
"I was born for you." Julius Shaw looked at the stars and said word by word.
