"But every word you say, I take it seriously and keep it deep within my heart. What should I do?"
Lissy Lock responded softly yet determinedly: "Then you should... pretend I never said anything at all."
"Impossible."
Lissy Lock felt uneasy. She wanted to stand up, but Oliver Winslow already anticipated her move, and his hand restrained her.
The two of them sat shoulder to shoulder, Oliver Winslow's body pressing against hers.
Lissy Lock didn't dare to look into his eyes. She averted her gaze, her eyes darting everywhere.
Oliver Winslow's voice echoed softly in her ear: "You told me that you want a love that is equal, side-by-side, and you are with that person because of love, not because it's convenient or has some purpose. Lissy Lock, that is what you told me that day, right?"
Lissy Lock didn't reply.
At this point, she could not respond to Oliver Winslow.
Why did he have to be so straightforward and pierce through the veil?
