I called subconsciously, "Patrick Cowell?"

After I finished my words, I regretted it.

But he heard me. And he looked up and saw me. It was dark. Although I couldn't see his eyes clearly, I heard that he laughed bitterly. Then he said, "I didn't like you calling me by my name in the past, hoping that you could call me Patrick. Now, even though you call me, I am happy."

"Mr. Cowell, why are you still here?"

For no reason, his words made my heart tighten. And there was a kind of faint bitterness lingering in my heart.

"I, I don't know either." Patrick's voice sounded a little disconsolate....