A cool breeze was blowing as waves rolled onto the beach, backward and forwards. The ebb and flow of seawater, sunrise, and sunset reminded Sarah of a simpler, more ordinary life. However, there was nothing ordinary about this moment.
Charles kept silent with one hand in his pocket and another putting a cigarette in his mouth. They walked slowly along the beach.
After a long time, Sarah spoke first, "Why is it so hard for you to talk about your family?"
Charles didn't answer her question right away, he lowered his head and continued to smoke for a while, "Sarah, I didn't mean to hide it, but those old days... I don't know how to talk about it."
"What have you experienced?" Sarah looked at him. The light was dim. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could make out the glowing red embers of his cigarette. Sometimes, she could make out the outline of his face against the starlight in the distance when he lifted his head. He was very handsome.
