Amelia had never been so flustered before.
No, no, no, she thought, there was another time before.
Kallie's actions that day had almost made her faint in panic, and now, it was Mr. Wood.
Her palms were sweating layer upon layer.
Amelia watched as Mr. Wood placed these items on the desk in front of her, her throat trembling slightly, as she whispered, "Why me?"
Why me?
Jason Wood couldn't help but be reminded of how the once vibrant girl had also asked this question before, only now - they were worlds apart.
He looked at Amelia, the aging man's eyes gradually obscured by a mist of tears. He slowly took off his glasses and let out a sigh.
Amelia saw him raise his hand and wipe the corner of his eyes, "At my age, I should believe in everything. In the world, the joys, sorrows, life, and death are all fleeting moments. My biggest regret is having an argument with her about professional knowledge the night before she went abroad, so that her last memory wasn't a happy one."
