Tariq Lane was speechless for a moment. Though he was reluctant to think about the unpleasant past, it seemed as Cecelia Anderson said, no normal person could accept someone who had abused them a thousand times.
It was he who pushed Cecelia away from his life step by step. Even if she had regained her freedom, it was not his place to meddle with Cecelia's life.
"I still believe there is hope," said Tariq, but he no longer had confidence in his words.
Cecelia didn't speak, and Tariq quietly accompanied her. As long as she looked up, she could see Tariq's face.
It had been like this for the past two years. It seemed that whenever she turned around, Tariq would always timely appear before her.
If it was before Tariq had killed her love for him, his devotion would have made her completely loyal to him, wouldn't it?
But there were not so many ifs in the world. Some things, when lost, could never be found again.
