It has been three months ever since Mark Bao found his stopover. The soothing voice captivated and made him stop and listen to the silhouette stranger. When are you ever going to show your face to her? Every night you come here, and you don't show your face. Can you shut your mouth, young master Feng? Mark banged the car door and started to pace. He lit his cigarette and inhaled the smoke to calm his nerves. The stranger he failed to approach failed to appear the second time. He walked to his car and asked his driver to take him home. Within twenty minutes, he arrived at his villa and instructed his secretary Jacob to investigate the silhouette stranger.
Denise Tang lay on her bed, uninterested in everything. It is his third anniversary, you know. I have always asked you never to say can you tell me your past, please. Ryan Becker has been my best friend since we were kids. My parents brought me to China to change scenery and forget the past. Ryan was born a healthy child, but at age ten, he was diagnosed with brain cancer. The treatment stopped working, and there was nothing I could do. I later learned that my parent's company was discharging chemicals near his home on the field he used to play. My parents realized later the mistake, and I was too angry at them. Because of me, I lost my true best friend, and I miss him.
Denise, listen to me; it was never your fault that he died. Stop blaming yourself and move on. I hate to see you crying every 15 of July. I love your voice, but those sad you sing make my heart ache for you. Be a good girl and get in the bathroom for me. I am taking you out for a meal. I change my mind, how about we order food then tomorrow we go out. I'll pay. Not bad, but can we have a deal first. Today, we are watching the movie with Carl, Bella, and Simon. Care to join us pretty, please. Okay, and get the hell out of my room. Yes.... you are the best.