Merry didn't understand Chris' mood when he said that. Even though she was feeling sad, she still lifted her head with a slight expression in her eyes.
"You're not going to lie to me this time, are you?!" Merry asked, demanding. There was a hint of accusation in her eyes which seemed to say that Chris had broken his promise after they met again overseas.
Chris understood her hatred and his languid face turned soft. He raised his hand to try to touch Merry's hair, but his hand was caught in the air by the wound.
The man smiled bitterly and was about to take his hand back. But before his hand fell, Merry bent down and placed her head under his palm. That way, Chris could still stroke the young woman's hair.
