“Charles… I am sorry…”

She whispered, clutching the pendant firmly into her palm. Tears trickled down her cheeks.

“Why are you crying sitting here?”

A familiar cold voice rang from the top of her head. She looked up instantaneously at the source of the voice, only to see a tall figure, looming on her. He wore a full sleeves black hooded t-shirt with a pair of black formal pants.

It’s him again! Why did it have to be him?

She stopped crying the moment her eyes landed on him. Her expression showed displeasure. She pulled back her gaze and stuffed the necklace in her purse. She was about to get...