The whole time Maria told her story, she watched the strange man lean curiously in, as if attracted by her words, his face a mystery. She did no know him, though she did want to. He had a sort of appeal to him. After Fa Haoran had broken her heart, fed her with lies and tortured her to no extent, her hear would already have been elsewhere.
But the problem was, she was dead. And she still hadn't come to terms with that.
