The weather was radiant today, with the warm morning light piercing through the clouds, seemingly infusing the world with vitality.
But not for them.
Walker Martinez even tasted blood in his mouth.
He didn't feel the pain, he just stared at her, his throat moving as he said, "I'm sorry."
He had never said these three words to anyone in his life.
Only Aria was the exception, no matter when.
Aria had been expressionless, but gradually, she started to tremble, the hand that hit him was hurting terribly, wave after wave of piercing pain along her meridians.
"It's true..."
On the plane, she had really thought for a long time.
She even tried to make excuses for him, maybe Walker hadn't, he was still upright. But the past submerged her; her father's death, her grandmother's death, those dark two years in the black market incessantly washed away her thoughts, she couldn't let go.
So, she confronted her assistant under speculation.
