The sound of the engine gradually faded away, and Norris Moore slowly let out a breath of relief.
Trenton Smith parked the car behind a concealed building and then handed her a bottle of water and a bag of bread.
"Trenton Smith..." Norris Moore looked up at him with a somewhat vacant gaze. She was a little scared. So, this was what fleeing felt like. It wasn't thrilling at all. The feeling of being hunted was purely terrifying.
And from now on, they might have to live the rest of their lives in constant fear.
Always on guard against everyone, living rough, never knowing if they would see the next day.
Trenton Smith looked into her eyes, his pupils darkening slightly, as he raised his hand to stroke the corner of her eye and softly asked, "Do you regret it?"
After all, having regrets wasn't such a big deal.
