The orange light in the large guest room created a warm atmosphere.

Credence laid on the bed with Dorothy's soft body in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

All of a sudden, a sharp ringtone from his mobile phone rang in the quiet space, waking Dorothy and Credence.

She was so startled that her long eyelashes trembled. The next second, she felt the man next to her groping for the phone on the bedside table. His voice was hoarse and gloomy as he had just woken up.

"It's me. What's the matter?"

"Credence... Ros-Rosie committed suicide... by slitting her wrist."

Linda's piercing voice sounded in Dorothy's ears in...