He had been in the dark and knew what it was like. Ash raised his eyes and looked at the full moon hanging in the sky in front of him. The bright moon guides the front, and the rose will return to his hand sooner or later.
Mark clenched his fists and smashed the steering wheel. He called Isla until the phone was turned off again. He was so angry that he smashed the phone against the seat. The anger had no way to vent, and he almost lost his mind under the pressure.
Mark got out of the car, leaned against the car, lowered his head, and lit a cigarette. The thick fog blurred his handsome face. He reached into the car to get his mobile phone to make another call. The phone was also turned off, and the cigarette was broken into two pieces in his hand.
He closed the curtains and said, "Mark is still downstairs."
Isla said lukewarmly, "Then you go down and accompany him."
Henry sat next to her and stretched his legs, "It's up to you to win."
