"You still hold a grudge against me," Charles Mcintosh said.
Lilac Serval played with her hair, the purple nail polish on her fingers appeared particularly haunting.
After five years, she thought one mention of "Brother Mcintosh" would make them forget each other, she didn't expect Charles Mcintosh to seek her out.
Some things, if suppressed in one's heart for too long, slowly morph into intense emotions, permeating the entire body.
"I hold no grudge," Lilac Serval laughed, "I am here to appreciate Brother Mcintosh. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know that such intoxicating methods exist, just like smoking, it's quite addicting. In fact, I should really thank you, Brother Mcintosh."
The conversation made Charles Mcintosh's heart clench.
An uncontrollable tremor.
The laughter in her voice made her words sound light and carefree.
