"Mateo, I've pretty much seen everything in the exhibition, let's go back," Bella White suggested softly. She really didn't want to wander around the exhibition hall anymore.
"Mm, I've also mostly finished looking," Asher Zimmerman looked at her indulgently, "then let's head back!"
Bella White and Asher Zimmerman walked away arm in arm, and in the moment they turned, she didn't even give Ethan Thompson a glance, as though he were a stranger, completely irrelevant, not worthy of even a fleeting look.
It wasn't until the silhouettes of Bella White and Asher Zimmerman disappeared at the doorway that Ethan Thompson moved a step, but, whether it was from standing too long or not, his body suddenly became unstable, and he staggered a couple of steps, grabbing the edge of the dining table and collapsing into the dining chair.
He just sat there, in complete disarray, his mind a blank, as if the last bit of emotion had been carried away by the wind, and he could grasp nothing anymore.
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