Tessa was a little bit sour. His father was worried about favors, but he had suffered too much and received too little warmth and kindness.
That’s why I will keep in my heart the only touch of tenderness that appears in my life.
She sniffed and asked softly, “But you don’t know the name of your benefactor. He must have changed in shape over the years. Are there any distinctive features?”
Flynn thought about it for a moment, and licked his lips indifferently, “He has a black tattoo with the letter “J” on his chest. It should be the letter in his name.”
J?
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