Maya listened to Liam's suggestion, furrowed her brow, shook her head, and said, "No, I don't understand, better not cause more trouble for Seven."
Maya quite enjoyed those days at home, reading books, basking in the sun, waiting for Liam to come home from work.
Though life outside was exciting, Maya grew tired of it, as if she had already seen through people's hearts, aside from a few around her, she was unwilling to make new friends.
At the moment, not far away, Christopher's gaze remained fixed on Seven.
Tonight, Seven was exceptionally beautiful, showing no signs of the aftermath from bankruptcy, instead, she seemed reborn, even more dazzling than days past.
Christopher held a goblet in his hand, half filled with red wine, his steps unknowingly bringing him closer and closer to Seven, as if he were bewitched.
As he approached Seven, two kids suddenly darted out from nowhere, playing around, inadvertently bumping into Christopher.
