Camille packed her luggage and made a decision. She planned to leave the town with father Kieran.

Camille took a scarf and wrapped it around his neck. Well... It was very soft. As soon as he stood up, he heard a clear knock on the door.

Camille took a puzzled look outside. The sun hasn't come out yet. Who will it be at this time?

Looking through the cat's eyes, it was a lovely little girl. Camille looked familiar, but there was no way to pop a name in his mouth.

——Davina, but Camille doesn't have her in his memory.

Camille opened the door. She wondered why Davina appeared at her door at this time. As soon as Davina saw Camille, she rushed over. Her tone was sad and desperate. "Camille, I need your help. Marcel has been lying to me. I can't trust him anymore."

Marcel? Who is this? Camille's eyes were full of confusion and questions. She comforted the frightened girl, "sorry, do I know you?"

Davina's action stopped. She looked at Camille carefully and found that her pupils were unnaturally curved. Davina shouted angrily, "Damn, you're hypnotized!"

Hypnosis? Camille couldn't help worrying about the girl's mental state. Is she okay?

Davina pushed Camille away. She firmly grasped Camille's hand and had to find a way to make her remember. Camille was a little uneasy. However, she instinctively felt that she should know the girl. She could only ask helplessly, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Davina put Camille on the sofa, sat opposite her, hugged her and tried to restrain her breath, "don't worry, you'll be fine. I can relieve your hypnosis."

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