He didn't speak, didn't offer any explanation, but Avery Jane no longer dared to open her eyes.
For some reason, her heart suddenly felt empty, as if it had been forcibly hollowed out by this silence. She had no family left, and perhaps she would lose him too. She felt as though she was as helpless as a drifting willow in the wind, wanting to cry, but the tears would no longer fall...
Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, like a butterfly's wings in the wind; her lips wore a faint, watery color, long having lost their usual blush. Joshua Hughes felt his heart being torn apart, bit by bit, as he held her in his arms, burying his head in the crook of her neck, deeply inhaling the faint fragrance on her. No matter how deep the affection, it could never outweigh the silence, right? If he didn't speak, he could keep her a little longer; if he did, he couldn't believe Avery Jane's reaction, so he could only swallow all the evil outcomes he had sown in silence.
