Chapter 1044

"Jenny isn't the mole."

Sage sat cross-legged on the sofa and ate the candy Jace had bought her. She was talking to Tim, who was standing at his desk. He was scribbling away with his newly acquired writing tools.

Tim was writing a poem from a famous poet titled 'Lonely' in calligraphy.

'I'll never forget the ten years of life and death in vain and the misery of having nowhere to talk about thousand miles of lonely graves in desolation.'

When he wrote the word desolation, he paused and said faintly, "How do you know it's not her."

Sage said, "I asked her. She said it wasn't her."

"Do you believe what she says?"

"I do." Sage faintly said, "Jenny is my friend. How can I not believe her?"

Tim glanced at Sage after hearing her reply. His blue eyes were deep and contained many emotions, including helplessness and admiration for her.

He dabbed the ink with his brush and said with little emotion, "I hope your friends will never betray you."

Sage finished a bag of candies and got up