Watching the indifference and resoluteness in her eyes, his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Jackson Sully slowly lowered his gaze, no longer looking at him. With a hint of melancholy, he sighed softly, "Go ahead..."
Shouldn't she have died a few years ago?
Nowadays, giving him her mother's relics as compensation for these few years seemed appropriate.
Watching her calmly close her eyes, as if quietly waiting for death, a sudden indescribable pain struck his heart. The fingers around her neck gradually loosened and he slowly said, "You know, I've never liked taking lives."
When the words fell, Shane Winchester no longer looked at her, resolutely turned around, and left without looking back.
Hearing the room door slam shut, Jackson Sully fell to the ground, alternating between crying and laughing by herself, appearing exceptionally desolate.
