Lydia Shire pressed hard, seeming unwilling to let go of Christopher Robinson, as she tried to evoke the long-hidden memories of their past together in the southern part of the city with her words.
She wanted to reminisce about their old days together, which no longer existed.
Christopher stood tall and dignified, looking at Lydia, his eyes deep and mysterious, as if gazing at a rare celestial object.
Obsession too deep?
Yes, suffering didn't count unless it happened to them.
That's why they could stand on high moral ground and criticize others.
On this day, Ivy Harrison thought that Christopher would cause a great commotion, but surprisingly, he walked in and approached the tear-streaked Lydia step by step. He reached out to wipe the tears from her face, leaned down, and asked her softly and seductively, "Why are you crying?"
Why cry?
She cried because of her unwillingness.
