As she walked out of the room, the shy smile on Sophie Foster's face vanished. She dropped her hand from her lips and let out a heavy sigh, with a hint of unresolved sadness on her youthful face.
Although the handsome man said that if she didn't leave with him, he wouldn't come back, even if they had slept together, they would still remain strangers.
Because some people are like the scenery that passes by, no matter how beautiful, they will never belong to you.
Everything from last night will just be a moment of indulgence, a gift for herself upon reaching adulthood.
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Despite generously tipping Nicholas Croft two hundred bucks, Sophie Foster couldn't bring herself to spend money on a cab. She washed her face in the hotel's public restroom and took the bus straight to work distributing flyers.
