When William Griffith left, it started to rain. The day had been bright and sunny, but now, it was raining endlessly, fitting the melancholic atmosphere of spring.
Cherish Turner couldn't forget the sight of William's retreating figure in the corridor, still tall and mighty. Yet, somehow, it exuded a faint sadness.
As she turned around, tears welled up in Cherish's eyes, but she forced herself to hold them back. She felt that she was strong and rational enough now. After all, the Griffith family had ruined the Turner family, and her not accusing him hysterically was the epitome of her self-control.
Her unattainable feelings could only wither in this cage. Now, she had no idea what the best course of action was.
Her heart was empty enough to hold an entire city.
Tanigawa knew that William had left, and knocked on the door. Leaning against the door, Cherish knew who it was.
"I'm a little tired today. Can you let me be alone for a while?"
