With a pale face, Cecelia picked up her luggage, going away from the site.
In the blazing sun, she staggered along the road. A few taxis passed by and slowed down, asking her if she wanted help, but she didn't respond.
She couldn't feel the heat, dryness, and exhaustion of the body.
He was gone.
Why? Did he run away because he learned that she had flown here looking for him?
Did he hate her so much?
Didn't dad say he had contacted him and told him her birth on the phone? Now, he knew that he wasn't related to her, didn't he?
Before, he avoided her because she was his sister.
But now, when he knew they were not blood-related, why did he run away?
The only possibility was... he didn't like her at all.
Whether she was his sister or not, he never considered having a romantic relationship with her.
"Hey, babe, want a ride?"
A car slowly followed her, and out of the window came the voice of a yellow-haired man.
