Grace squatted down and picked up the broken glass pieces, but she still cut her fingers, and blur out a soft hiss, a red bloodstain flowed down the fair fingers. This cut was not light, but she did not feel the pain.

Perhaps it was her heart that hurt, it was her heart that escaped.

Garrett's cold eyes, Baldwin's exploration, Alex's concern.

In the end, it was Daniel who stepped forward and summoned the waiter, "Clean up here."

"You okay?" Daniel pulled up Grace and looked at the blood marks on her hands, "I'll take you to bandage it."

Grace shook her head, "It's all right, just a small wound,...