Jasper Milton was sure that she was really Stella Grace. His eyes sank, as if they were condensed by mist, which was dark and far-reaching.
How long had it been since he last saw her?
It was the 65th day.
They met each other in summer. When they met again, it was already late autumn.
"Are you all right?" Jasper asked in a hoarse voice. When he asked, his voice was already choked with sobs.
Stella unconsciously looked at his broken finger, and her eyes turned a little wet.
She did not know how to hide her emotions now. She turned her face away and said coldly, "Isn't it inappropriate to talk about the old days now? Don't fall into someone else's trap."
"I've come in. If it's a trap, I can't avoid it anymore." Jasper sat by the bathroom and stared at her with no intention of leaving. "You're thinner."
"Isn't it trendy now? The waif-look is regarded as beautiful?"
