Forget Oliver Johnson?
Eva Miller furrowed her brows, "No, I can't forget him."
She didn't know what she was struggling with. Perhaps the first man in a woman's life really is very important.
Oliver Johnson was her first man. She couldn't let him go, really couldn't.
"Eva, don't be like this, okay? You... you can't hang yourself on one tree." Sophie Smith was surprised that she would say such words to persuade Eva Miller; it wasn't like her at all.
"What do you mean hang or not hang? I've already lost my spirit, no desires or wants. Being alone for a lifetime seems fine to me."
"..."
Did these words come out of Eva Miller's mouth? Why did they sound like she had seen through worldly affairs?
"Are you really without desires or wants?" Sophie secretly leaned close to her ear and asked tentatively.
"What do you mean, Sophie?" Eva Miller frowned. "Do I not look like a person without desires or wants to you?"
Sophie shook her head in silence.
