Burning Passion: Love Never Die

The man was dressed in a white woollen sweater, black leisure trousers and a black overcoat. He was handsome, but his eyes radiated disturbingly cold calmness. One glimpse at him, and you’d never forget that face.

Next to him, the little girl was holding a doll in her hand, her straight hair done up. She was wearing the same style overcoat as the man, with a belt tied around her waist and a pair of light-colored princess shoes.

They stood there, holding each other’s hands. With the artistic buildings of Paris in the background, they looked like figures from a breath-taking oil painting.

Some passers-by took out their phones and began snapping pictures of them. Debbie heard someone marvel in Chinese, “Wow, he’s so hot. Is he a model? Is that his daughter? I wonder who the mother is.”

Debbie tittered under her breath. ‘Of course, that’s his daughter, and

I’m the mother, ‘ she thought proudly.

“Debbie, do you know them?” the foreigner asked curiously.

nodded, without taking her eyes off

my daughter,” she

G E L A ‘s L I B R

at Carlos and asked, “I heard from someone

waved

from Carlos and

and stretched out her arms, expecting the little girl to run and jump into

However, she didn’t.

the doll in her hands. Debbie was still in a daze as Evelyn walked up

“Mommy,

I miss you.”

and scream. ‘Why is my dear baby becoming as cold as

most time with. Evelyn had been