No, it's not.
Daisy Ginger subconsciously wanted to retort.
In the end, she could only tightly press her lips together, avoiding Edward Stephens' gaze.
The man gave an ambiguous smile, as if he didn't care anymore, and walked into the ward.
"..." Daisy stood at the door, watching his figure, feeling inexplicably stifled.
When you care about someone, it often starts with not wanting them to feel sad.
You want them to be happy.
If she could, she wouldn't want Edward Stephens to show such an expression.
But now, the happiness between them is like a mirage, fragile and unable to withstand any conflict or turbulence, both like ostriches deceiving themselves, burying their heads in the sand, indulging in this fleeting joy, not looking back at the scars of the past.
This happiness will eventually vanish, it cannot last.
Like a stolen moment of sunshine...
They could part ways at any moment.
