It was as if she was trapped underwater, unable to see even a glimmer of hope. In the darkness where not even sunlight could penetrate, she was stuck in such a place, as if waiting to die was the only option left.
She couldn't comprehend the man's affection for her. Even with an embrace, they couldn't feel each other's warmth—they had grown too far apart, not just in the past but also in the present.
In five years, many things between them had changed beyond recognition.
The Amanda Smith he wanted to find had already died five years ago.
Without seeing the person who came to save her, disappointment surfaced, hard to disguise on Amanda's face. She slowly retracted her gaze, relaxing her fingertips. By the time she turned around, she saw the man standing at the doorway.
As their eyes met, her face couldn't conceal the shock. She didn't know how long he had been standing there. She hadn't heard a sound, nor did she know how long he had been watching or what he was thinking now.
