The man's glance was transfixed on her face, blurred in the slight illumination.
After a long while, long enough for Norris Moore to think he would no longer speak, he slowly retracted his hand, removed the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, the ash falling soundlessly, seeming like serene snowflakes in the sunlight.
He raised his hand to brush the ash scattered on his suit, then blandly asked, "So you're still not planning to settle down?"
In that bland tone was a boundless coldness. Norris Moore's eyelashes trembled, a tear rolled down from her eyelashes.
Trenton Smith watched her, dazed for a moment, something shattered in his deep black eyes. He raised his hand to touch her face, but then seemed to snap back, he slowly withdrew his fingers, and took another slow puff on his cigarette.
Silence gradually spread throughout the car. After who knows how long, Norris Moore finally softly asked, "If I don't come back, are you really going to abandon the child?"
"..."
