Chapter 680 Drunkenness

This was a question Arthur would like to know the answer to. He put his arms around Lucia and gently stroked her arm with his palm, and all the talk turned into gentle gestures. "Arthur, do I look strong?" Lucia was only trying to explain herself. Even though she did not get Arthur's answer, she continued to mumble to herself, "But I'm not... I'm weak. I'm scared..." Having a loved one was both armor and weakness. "I know," Arthur said softly, putting his hand on Lucia's burning cheek. "I don't understand," said Lucia, looking up. The moisture in her eyes had turned to tears. "Why is God always doing this to me? He keeps recovering all that was lost for. Is he saying that I'm not strong enough and that he has to cover my path with thorns? Clearly..." You're right in front of me. Arthur didn't know what to say. What Lucia was accusing was what he was wondering. By coincidence, they had Teddy. After six years, there was a family reunion. It was an encounter that many people adm