The last few words illuminated a shadow of a crack in Trenton Smith's deep eyes that he struggled to control. It was as if a giant stone had been hurled onto an icy surface, the broken waves spreading along the cracks gradually infusing his entire pupil.
The hands gripping Norris Moore's arms unconsciously tightened, pushing her against the wall. After a long silence, he finally shrugged a melancholy smile: "If you don't love me...so what?" His pupils darkened as he spoke the words.
"...." Norris Moore tightly closed her mouth. Hearing Trenton's words, she slightly curled the corners of her mouth, flashing a smile in her eyes: "True. Why should Mr. Smith, who is so impressive, care for the thoughts of others?"
"...."
"Mr. Smith does whatever he wants, gets whatever he wants, why should you care about Norris's feelings?"
