Sophia Phoenix endured for a while before refraining from striking back.
"Let go of me," Trenton Smith said, gripping his hand with some obstinacy, "She's just up ahead, I saw her."
People who are drunk truly are utterly unreasonable.
How could someone who died three years ago possibly appear here?
Sophia Phoenix knew that there was no point in reasoning with a drunkard anymore. No matter how mature and composed a person is, their true nature always comes out under the influence of alcohol. For instance, right now, Trenton Smith was being a hardheaded idiot.
He forcefully dragged the man back into the car and strapped him into the seat with the seat belt. Sophia Phoenix gripped the steering wheel, glanced at the silent and reticent man, then shifted his gaze to the front.
"I know you miss her, but you have to accept reality. Treton, she has been dead for three years. You're not like me, you can't find her anymore."
