"Shut up, shut up, shut up..." Stelina roared in anger, unwilling to hear the other continue speaking.
Because in Stelina's memory, the other left behind not only viciousness and cruelty but also countless beautiful memories.
Parilla had been disguising herself and lying in wait for a century in the Golden Apple Garden, playing the role of a competent mother before seizing the Golden Apple Garden.
More accurately, more competent than most mothers.
Yet the more it was so, the more heartbroken Stelina felt, as if she was being torn apart.
For a long time, she didn't dare, nor did she want to believe, that her mother was disguised as a Dwarves Elf.
She preferred to believe that her mother had already died, and the Dwarves Elf in front of her had stolen her mother's memories to disguise and deceive her.
However, there was ironclad evidence proving that was merely wishful thinking.
That ironclad evidence was none other than the Dwarves Elf Bloodline flowing through her veins.
