"Is it really that important? More important than your own life?" Brandon Piers looked at Abigail and asked word by word.
"Of course not." Abigail replied rather crisply.
Brandon looked at her with mixed feelings. "If that's the case, why do you still take risks?"
Abigail fell silent.
She had lived for twenty-seven years but had loved Jeffrey Foster since she was sixteen. Eleven whole years, and she died inexplicably, and it was related to Jeffrey Foster.
She could let go of her feelings for Jeffrey Foster, but she couldn't accept dying in such a muddled way.
She wanted to give herself an explanation.
Otherwise, she wouldn't understand the meaning of the first half of her life.
It was like a piano piece that abruptly ended at its climax, always lingering in her heart, stopping her from moving forward without doubts.
She even felt her current life was like living in a castle in the air, ready to collapse at any moment.
