The thorns on those flower stems, they didn't prick Koa Jackson, but instead, they pierced him once again.
Even so, he still felt unsatisfied.
Knowing she was hurt, he'd feel distressed; not seeing her, he'd feel anxious; not having her, he'd always itch with longing, constantly hoping she'd turn back.
Louis Cox let out a breath, ignoring Charlotte Chester, and stepped over to sit by the sofa, lighting a cigarette.
Someone nearby lit it for him right away.
He squinted and smoked slowly.
Zuri Ginger's anguished pleas and distorted, contorted voice fell on deaf ears to him.
His mind was full of Mia Ginger.
From their first meeting, so many memories suddenly flashed through his slightly squinted eyes like a movie, and he suddenly realized that what he relied upon was only those memories from all these years.
That girl didn't love him; it seemed like the first time he faced this issue.
