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.

dare ask anything further. I was afraid

me. "Do you know how Heather

on the web that she committed suicide after jumping off a building due to depression. But Marius told me

matter further."

to face his back, I

the truth? Heather died three years ago. If there's

shook slightly as if

this moment. He trotted all the way to my side and pulled me. "Sis Wan, don't

been running away from himself for so long if he doesn't feel reconciled, why

that were filled with reluctance. "How do you know

upstairs without looking back. He

say, Sis Wan, you're

a lot better after saying everything that was in my heart. "I know he'll be unhappy. But