"What's wrong? Feeling shy?" Oliver Foster reached out to pinch Amelia Sanchez's little jaw, plump and soft.
Amelia opened her mouth: "Oliver, I'm not ready yet. I just... ugh... I feel so pathetic. I want to forget Albert Brown, but I can't. I want David Lincoln to leave here and go back with his sister, and for us to never see each other again, but I can't do it either.
I called Rain Han to ask about David Lincoln's situation, but he answered the phone.
I... feel so messed up and a bit unable to let go. It seems so unfair to you. If you regret it now, there's still time."
Amelia didn't know what to say, and it took her half a day to explain it with some difficulty.
Oliver suddenly laughed: "Why are you so honest? Were you this honest with Albert Brown? Or did he ask you everything?"
"Aren't you honest?" Amelia didn't think that way but she felt she should be clear about it.
