Erina Taylor.
The feeling of familiarity struck hard, and Christ Cartwright stared at her dumbfounded, even losing himself in the moment.
In his memory, that ostentatious and domineering woman, despite her young age, could control campus bullies and street thugs with her courage and fists.
It seemed there was nothing in this world she was afraid of.
As long as she believed something was right, she would do it without hesitation, single-handedly taking down a dozen knife-wielding robbers. The young her was the most dazzling presence on Green Hill Street.
And indeed, the brightest scenery.
Unfortunately, she died too young.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a twinge of sadness.
Time passed and things had changed, what once was, is no more.
If that brash individual saw Green Hill Street now, no matter how strong she acted on the surface, she would definitely be heartbroken.
"Here."
After ending the call, Flossie Wright tossed the phone to him.
