For a moment, Faye really wanted to say everything; she no longer needed the drugs, catching him off guard.
But he also knew, he couldn't.
Between the two of them, she had always been the proactive one, but she was actually a very indifferent person.
She was carefree, indifferent to many people and things, as long as she was happy.
As for other chaotic matters, she was too lazy to bother and didn't want to, when faced with situations, her choices were decisive and swift.
He couldn't imagine what kind of reaction she would have if she remembered everything, and what choice she would make.
Nor could he let her always have eyes like small suns filled with warmth, only to brim with pain and despair instead.
Just the thought of it made his heart suddenly contract.
Faye's hand unconsciously clenched tightly.
He looked at Tessa Caldwell serving the soup, the lines on his face gradually softened, and his heart felt like a gentle spring.
