The car's heater was on, and Tilly Flower had dozed off, having many chaotic dreams, probably because of Sophia Phoenix, and all those dreams were related to him.
The car stopped, and as she opened her eyes, she saw the man holding her with his eyes closed.
Such a beautiful delicate face, that of a young master, was loathsome in her eyes.
She dreamed about many of his terrible past deeds. Tilly looked at him for a while, and the slight softening of her heart from their reunion gradually froze over.
In general, she could allow Sophia Phoenix to hurt her, but she would not let him keep hurting her recklessly. Rather than waiting for her heart to be completely broken by him, it would be better to dig it out and discard it herself.
Over the years, she did many humble and enduring things to be with him. Now, looking back, she only found them naive and ridiculous.
