Although Cecilia Vaughn didn't say a word, Rosalind White seemed to have long been accustomed to Adrian Law's attitude, colder than an iceberg, and continued to chatter excitedly.
"Adrian, I really wish you were by my side when I do these things. It's been so long since we last met, Adrian, have you missed me?"
"Adrian, don't always be so silent. Although I know you don't like to talk, Rosalind really misses you. I even dream about you frequently!"
The girl on the other end of the phone teased, her tone was as natural as a girlfriend's coquettishness to her boyfriend.
She truly suits the name Rosalind White, her voice is gentle and melodic, even without seeing her face, it evokes the image of irises by the riverbank, standing gracefully, with a faint fragrance.
...
Cecilia Vaughn's heart sank bit by bit.
