She didn't know why, but she thought of the first time she met Norris Moore.
It was when she was eighteen, in her high school by the wall, when she met her brother's young girlfriend.
That day, Norris, wearing the school uniform, climbed over the wall and happened to land in front of her, who was holding her textbooks.
"Hey, classmate, lend me a cigarette."
The girl turned her head and smiled at her.
With well-behaved eyebrows and straight bangs, she had a charming gaze.
Full of vigor, like a rose fairy, she was delicate and lovable. She wanted to give her the best love and spoil her.
But Trenton Smith turned her into what she was now.
How could he bear it?
How could that man bear it?
How could he let the proud and beautiful Norris Moore become so pale and withered?
She understood why Alex Miller was so impulsive. Even she had an impulse to kill Trenton Smith.
How could anyone who knew Norris before bear to see her now?
