Dorothy felt a pit in her stomach.

“Do you want to know what your husband is doing with this woman?

“You’ll know when you come to Golden Manor 18!”

Back at the villa, Alex placed the music sheets aside and closed his eyes, pondering for a brief while.

Placing his hands onto the piano keys, he started playing the song.

The beautiful yet melancholic melody filled the room.

Daya started singing as well.

Their mental power merged perfectly once again.

“Years go by, seasons pass,

our souls have wandered apart.

As memories flash down the road to hell,

love will return to our hearts.

We may yearn, but don’t you cry.

We’ll see each other at the end of time.

I’m still reading, reading the past,

trying to recall what would make us last.

I hold our promise in my heart, where could you be,

my lover from the past?”

Her singing was clear and sorrowful, echoing through the room.

Alex continued to play the piano as Daya sang.

However, the two made eye contact throughout the whole song