Michael kept his mouth shut.
Sometimes, silence was the best answer.
How could Nancy not understand this?
Full of enthusiasm was doused with a pot of cold water, and the arms around the man's neck were slowly withdrawn.
She pulled the corners of her mouth unnaturally, rolled over, turned her back to him, and pulled over the quilt to cover herself solidly.
She was afraid that if she was a second slow, he would see the wretchedness under her eyes.
Large tears rolled down, disappearing into the messy hair.
A slight tremor travelled through her shoulders, silently conveying the sadness deep within her heart.
Suddenly, a pair of large, warm hands encircled up.
Nancy felt that she fell into a warm embrace.
Only, what was the use of a warm embrace when the heart was cold?
Nancy didn't refuse, nor did she say anything, she just let the man behind her hold her like this.
