Nora kept struggling. She patted the man on the shoulder, but her cheeks were controlled by the man's hands, and she couldn't get rid of him.

Tears streamed down from the back of the handkerchief and melted into each other's mouth. The man called out her sadness again.

She could have laughed, but this man was haunting her like a ghost.

Lyman Smith tasted the bitterness of tears in his mouth. He hated the taste, so he let go of her. He just stood in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at Nora whose eyes were tied with a handkerchief.

"Take off the handkerchief!" Lyman...