Farold was diagnosed with cancer and granted medical parole.
By the time it was discovered, it was already in the late stages.
When I saw him, he had completely lost his former high-spirited look.
Lying emaciated on the hospital bed like a frail elderly person on the verge of death.
His eyes lit up when he saw me approaching.
He said, "Lynna, thank you... for coming to see me off for the last time.
"During this period, I've regretted every day. If only I hadn't done those things. Then I wouldn't have disgraced Allison, nor hurt you."
He reached out, trying hard to touch me, but I subtly dodged it. He could only say in frustration, "Do you remember? The first time we met."
Honestly, I do remember.
Back then, in the university campus, I, an art major, was painting on the lawn when I
