"Emmy, once, on a stormy night, you said..."
"The past has become history,"
Emmy cut him off coldly, then smiled in her stunned expression.
"I only care about the present, and James is my present!" "I only care about the present, and James is my present!"
With that, she turned around gracefully with an umbrella and walked slowly past him...
"Emmy, James is far from what you saw. If he lied to you, would you forgive him?"
Cross looked at her aggressively, and the rain covered him like a curtain of beads.
"Emmy, why don't you just think about it? You've only known him for a long time, and you're getting married in a flash. He doesn't care about your background. Your past dotes on you. What do you think makes his dote on you so much?"
Emmy was obviously stunned. She had never thought about this question at all.
"Because she's Emmy."
