The Woman From Hell

He sat down. Raising his head, he stared at the white ceiling, his thoughts seemingly having returned to the past. The sweet smile on the corners of his mouth was the best proof.

I sat down right next to him as well. The soft sofa was so comfortable, and I turned to look at him. "Did you think of a scene when you were with her in the past?"

"Yes, it's beautiful and unforgettable. It's even more so regrettable." Drover let out a long, heavy sigh after he said that.

I turned back and stared at the ceiling as well. "Then freeze it. Freeze the beauty of that moment. Perhaps you'll feel less regret."

At this moment, we were two individuals who had experienced the same misfortune and were sympathizing with one another.

"I understand your feelings for her, but since she's gone. Why won't you let her go? You'll be happy if you do. And maybe you'll meet someone more suitable for you in the future," I said lightly.

Drover was not happy when he heard this, and his expression changed immediately. "No, I can't forget. I can't forget Heather's death. I'll definitely remember it!"

His hands were clenched into fists like they were about to be crushed, and I was stunned.

further. I was afraid that Drover would lose

looked at me. "Do you know

to depression. But Marius told me she had gotten much better with your company and wouldn't

matter further." After he said that, he stood up and went

face his

three years ago. If there's another reason for

as if my words had

nowhere at this moment. He trotted all the way to my side and pulled me. "Sis Wan, don't talk anymore. I'm worried you'll get yourself

about? It's because no one will mention Heather anymore, that's why he's been running away from himself for so long if he doesn't feel reconciled, why doesn't he investigate it? All he knows to do is to be

that were filled with reluctance. "How do you know

words, he went upstairs without looking

you're really kinda blind." Marius

was in my heart. "I know