"It's over." Tiffany Lynch said, seemingly aware of George River's fatigue and sorrow that lurked in his eyes. Recalling the scene she had just witnessed, she couldn't help herself.
She chuckled, casually mentioning the event, "George, I ran into a girl in the banquet hall just now. Guess what amusing discovery I made?"
The sweetness in her voice, the voice that George had yearned for nearly a decade, was particularly pleasant to hear.
However, hearing her words, he had an inkling of what she was getting at, but he feigned ignorance and asked, "What is it?"
Tiffany's gaze lingered on George's face for a moment. She slightly lowered her eyes to hide her emotions, her voice remained unchanged, "I found that she resembles me a little. Unfortunately, I did not get to ask her name. I saw her heading this way just now; did she not run into you, George?"
After speaking, Tiffany raised her head to look into George's eyes, trying to find something in them.
