Rebecca's expression disappeared again.

She didn't want such kindness at all.

Klaus stays, Bailu stays, and there is no doubt that Elijah will choose to stay.

Klaus nodded to the desperate Rebecca, "yes, my sister, I declare you free, you are completely free. From now on, you don't need to see our faces anymore. Isn't that what you want?"

With these words, Klaus disappeared directly. For the time being, he didn't want to see Rebecca again. Otherwise, he thought he would regret his kindness.

The only little kindness squeezed out for Bailu and the children.

Klaus is gone.

Rebecca couldn't even refuse. She knew that this was the last chance Klaus gave them.

She and Marcel have come to an end.

Rebecca finally took a look at Marcel. She thought that she should start to say goodbye now. The first is her former lover. They have come to the present step by step.

Fragmented now.

Klaus left and Marcel was temporarily free, but waiting for him was definitely not a good fruit. They all knew very well, but Rebecca didn't ask Marcel whether to leave with her.

Because Rebecca knows the man in front of her. He does love her, but Marcel is still the ambitious man in his bones.

Rebecca's tears mocked, "Hey, honey, I'm free. Do we have to continue to elope?"

Marcel took a step back. He could accompany Rebecca to face Klaus and seek death. But now, he can't leave. After so many years, he is no longer alone. There is a city behind him. He can't just leave.

New Orleans, not Klaus's.

Marcel insisted on this.

Marcel refused the comfortable invitation. He smiled at Rebecca with an apologetic smile, walked up to her and hugged Rebecca. "Sorry, I can't go. This is my home. You know, my sense of belonging to the city. Your brothers came here as if they owned the city, as if they owned the people who took my home from me, I am a man, I am not a coward, even if Klaus made a declaration, I will not admit it. I can't just run away... Sorry, I can't run away. "

Rebecca helplessly stroked Marcel's back. She already knew, "I didn't ask you to do this. I'm not a fool. I know how much you love this city, but I'm not the kind of girl willing to share. My freedom doesn't include your existence."

Rebecca turned stubbornly, and she chose to leave.

Marcel grabbed her hand nostalgically, and Rebecca's mouth slowly penetrated a faint smile, "I still remember the drawings you showed me. It's beautiful. Really, our home, our home in this city, I really hope you built our home. Even if I never stepped into it, there are still good things after all this. That's really good, Very good. "

Marcel's eyes flashed a trace of water vapor, and he nodded hard.

So they kissed and said goodbye.

"Goodbye, Marcel."