Melanin’s POV
Although I had thought that he just saved me because I was in need of help. Now knowing that he has a reason made me more curious.
He smiled at me, but I know it wasn't his usual soft, fascinating smile. It was like he forced this, hiding some bitterness under it. What he was about to say must be very sad.
“When I saw you lying in that forest, I was so drawn to the woman who is the replica of my mother,” he said, still with that sad smile.
I was speechless, not knowing what to say at that point. All I did was look at him.
“Seeing you lying there, I foolishly ran to you and called you mother. Although you were looking too young to be her, I couldn't help it. Your skin color was the same, your eyes, even your body structures. You two don't have a single difference, Melan
