"At that time, she was still so young, not very good at swimming, swept into the deep sea, how could she possibly have survived."
"We searched for a whole month but couldn't find her. If she were really alive, how could there be no traces at all."
His handsome face seemed to be cloaked in a faint sadness, this aura of sorrow seeping into his eyes, clouding his pair of brilliant dark eyes.
His head was turned slightly to her, his handsome profile seemingly hidden in a misty haze, making it hard for Scarlett Yates to discern the emotions in his eyes.
She could only feel the aura of sadness emanating from him, his hoarse, remorseful voice continuing, "At the time, I could've saved her. If I acted quickly enough, maybe I could have brought her back."
Hearing the full weight of his guilt in his words, Scarlett Yates paused indifferently, her lips moved slightly, "Matthew Saxon, I want to ask you a question."
