Even today, the check still lies quietly in that room, like a stubborn testimony of a tragic story, or perhaps a mockery.
Watching the self-mocking smile and melancholic words of the person in front of him, George River tightened his fists. For an instant, it was as if sharp flower thorns harshly tore through his heart, blood spilling forth.
He watched tears slide down from those eyes, which once looked at him with total admiration, like fragments of shattered dreams causing him piercing pain.
He fled in a state of disarray.
A long sigh seemed to echo from behind him, but he didn't even have the courage to look back.
He thought, he would never forget.
Watching the man's shameful retreat, Hannah raised her hand, brushing away a frigid tear from her cheek. Her red lips curved slightly, enchantingly captivating.
Men are always like this, never cherishing what they have.
