Ash pushed all the fruits in front of Isla for her to eat. He leaned on the sofa and sighed helplessly, "Isla, you are always strange and polite to me."
For adult men and women, this should be a demarcated relationship, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
But there was something wrong with his expression. She seemed to be seeing people in a fog and couldn't see clearly. She didn't know how to respond for a moment. ˆ
He seemed to be expecting it, "You have forgotten what happened when you were a child."
She was in a daze, "What happened when you were a child?"
He took off the stone beads from his wrist and put them on the coffee table, "Do you still remember this?" Under the light, the beads were coiled and shiny, and the brilliance was discernible.
Isla stared at it for several seconds and said in disbelief, "I always thought I lost it, but I didn't expect it to be on you. This..."
