But in such a fast-food era of love, in such a romantic city, is it really that terrifying, that hard to accept when things like this happen? Besides, he's willing to take responsibility, he's willing to give her marriage, give her all his love. But what he offers, she doesn't want; she wants that man, that cool and dominant man.
She couldn't stop trembling, stammering as she said, "You've helped me more than once. Beckett, last night was my way of repaying you, from now on we owe nothing to each other. Leave, leave at once........"
She never wants to see this person again in her life, never wants to think of this matter again, for whenever it comes to mind, she feels that earth-shattering nausea.
Her hopeless eyes were like the most beautiful and sorrowful lake water, the dark hair in disarray scattered over the snow-white shoulders, wrapped in a white blanket, she like an ostrich buried her face within it. Even without looking, he knew her face was full of tears.
