Even until today.
She can't forget that day, that moment, that second five years ago.
Wilson Finley was like a blue snowflake blooming next to a clear spring in murky soil, cold, indifferent, and transparent, yet untouched by any filth.
Her disgrace.
His clear and noble air.
She was uneasy and didn't dare make a fuss. She was worried about causing a big fuss and getting irrelevant people involved. She could only pretend to drive people away by using his influence.
And he seemed not to care.
He was a gentleman, not blaming, despising, or expelling her in her disgrace.
He quietly ordered iced coffee and cake.
Without sparing her another look, he pushed the delicate plate to her.
Just like that, he seemed to casually uphold a young girl's dignity.
He probably thought she was a desperate scavenger.
Indeed, she hadn't eaten for two days.
She almost cried and ate at the same time.
