My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 940

Sophie has a glint of expectation under her eyes, "What, master, ask all you want, I tell you everything I know."

Jocelyn continued to look at Sophie's face with a serious face and asked, "Was there ever a female general that died for you?"

At that, Sophie immediately shook her head. "No, what's wrong?"

Sophie's words confused the hell out of Jocelyn.

"No?"

How could there be none?

She clearly saw it all.

Sophie reminisced about her past with a serious look on her face.

And then she nodded quite definitely, "Well, I'm pretty sure that there really wasn't."

Jocelyn frowned slightly.

No?

And what was that memory just now exactly?

Is Sophie forgetting something?

Or is that story just really not there?

If it doesn't exist, why could she see that memory?

She had a brain that couldn't possibly make up stories for no reason, could it?

Sophie's eyes were full of questions, with a few searching glances under her eyes, "What's wrong?"

"In my head, a memory has come up of me being a female general who has been leading you on the run." said Jocelyn.

Once again, Sophie tried to remember her past.

And then, with certainty, she said, "I really don't have such a story in my memory, are you hallucinating?"

Jocelyn shook her head.

She was quite sure that it was not hallucination at all.

Just hearing Sophie say this, Jocelyn did not pursue the matter further.

She changed the subject.

"Well, tell your brother's story." added Jocelyn.

"Well, I have an older brother, a righteous son adopted by my father, called Diego. When my father adopted him, he was five and I was four. We both accompanied each other and grew up together. We learned to ride together, practiced archery, learn to wrestle together, learn, together, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"We have a great bond, really, and I'm even closer to him than I am to my own brother, who is by blood."

"I have loved meat balls since I was a child, and my brother, for my sake, sought out several chefs to learn the dish, to make, with a difference, delicacy."

"Now, the meat ball I'm eating is what my brother tastes like."

"My brother died on the battlefield when he was fourteen years old, following my father, leading his troops into battle, and I was heartbroken at the time."

"It is said that my brother, before he died, thought of nothing but me."

Sophie continued.

At the end of the sentence, the girl's eyes turned red.

The crystal teardrops, from under the girl's eyes, flowed down, wetting her dress.

Listening to Sophie's story and looking at Sophie's tears, Noah's heart, once again, cramped hard.

"The person that my brother loved the most was me, and to the day he died, it was me that he missed the most."

"And I, apart from my father, am most attached to my brother."

Sophie said again.

Looking at Sophie's face, a strange memory once again surfaced in front of Noah's eyes.

The memory of a valiant young man in all silver armour, fighting on the battlefield, is invincible.

He rides, snow-white warhorse, wielding a silvery, sharp maul, and fights bravely.