Annabelle looked at the person in front of her, almost unable to believe what she was seeing. "You are... that little beggar?"
Elio raised the corner of his lips. "Remember now?"
"You... how could you..." Annabelle couldn’t process it all at once. How could the beggar from back then have become the young master of such a prestigious family, Elio?
But as she recalled some details from back then, Annabelle did suspect that Elio's identity might not be so simple.
It was the summer of when she was 14 years old. After returning from the village market, the golden light of the setting sun was casting its glow over the hillside.
She walked along the path, picking wildflowers on her way home. While she was gathering flowers on the hillside, she accidentally noticed a person lying in the ravin
