Keira Leaf raised her gaze and glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, then said softly again, "Then I'll be going first, get some good rest."
When the words fell, Keira Leaf picked up her clothes, turned around, and left, her eye sockets reddening slightly, and she no longer paid attention to the soup and water spilled all over the ground.
Hearing the door close, Joshua Sulliven turned his head and looked at the tightly shut room door, his eyes bloodshot, and his already pale face looked even more like a sheet of white paper, his clenched fist carrying an inexplicable restraint.
After a long while, Joshua Sulliven leaned against the wall, turned his head to look at the towel he had thrown aside, and gently picked it up, holding it in his hand.
Keira Leaf, Keira Leaf!
Was this name like a curse he could never escape in this life?
