63-I can't leave you

"Don't be nervous, I'm not trying to push you and know you probably don't want to bring up those things from your past." Brent finished and added, "Just ......"

It was just that he really wanted to know, through Hermosa's narrative, how Hermosa had carried on through the part of her life that he had not been a part of.

Only by knowing those details could he understand his lover better and how he could make it up to Hermosa.

He lifted Hermosa's head, intending to give her a firm smile, but to his surprise, she gave him a calm one first. It was as if all suffering was no big deal.

"I know."

Before Brent could even say those words, Hermosa smiled and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips, "You don't have to explain. Sir, I won't hold back any longer, I'll tell you everything I got."

As Brent had known before, Hermosa had been born in the slums, the daughter of a bad gambler.

No, not even a daughter, she was often called a "dirty, rotten whore" by her neighbors and was the talk of the