Edward turned his eyes to her. He leaned back against the windowsill and let the rain hit his dark coat. "Is there anything I need to say?"

She was stunned and opened her mouth to say no. After seeing his dim look, she couldn't say anything, "These days, she's our substitute teacher in flower arrangement class."

He walks up to her, bends over and grabs her hand, wraps her soft palm around it, as if to encourage her to continue.

"Nothing, but I thought that even if I became Emily, if I could, we could still be friends, but I was naive."

Edward looked at her deeply. He saw the...