She turned her head and looked at Robert Thomson sleeping beside her, his eyes gently closed. Looking at his clean hair and peaceful sleeping face, if she didn't know that he was almost thirty years old, he looked like a bright and sunny college boy. She gazed at his harmless and innocent sleeping face, feeling an unusual emotion stirring in her heart, making her restless like a deer in love.
Suddenly, she thought about how time really changes people. She used to like Dylan King so much, then she hated him, and finally, she sighed because of his death.
She used to dislike Robert Thomson so much that even when they lived together, all she could think about was how to get money from him and leave his side as soon as possible.
