Time seemed to pass so slowly, yet for the first time, he felt his breathing was so heavy, heavy to the point he was about to collapse.
He remembered those brutal events, remembered how he treated her as if she was Lucas Yates's urn, remembered her desperate look back then. All these images kept tearing at his heart. His arm rested on the car window, his eyes closed, his handsome face pale, letting the heartache surge over him like waves, one after another.
When Avery Jane walked out, gazing at the neon lights all over the street, her long lashes gently trembled under the prismatic lights. People are like this, wanting to seek the truth, yet afraid of being hurt by it. Should she try hard to forget what she heard today? Or should she gradually dig out everything? Her pale face was almost becoming translucent under the mystical lighting, standing in the spring night breeze like a white pear blossom blown away by the wind, elegant and melancholic....
