"What's the deal with the tattoo on your hand?"
He asked casually, at most just curious.
With someone like Nora Scott's personality, getting a tattoo wasn't surprising, but the meaning of the word inked... made him slightly concerned.
"Oh," a peanut finally found its way to her mouth, Nora sighed in relief, tossed her chopsticks on the coffee table, and said lazily, "To commemorate my first love."
To commemorate first love.
The offhand tone wrapped these four words like a bomb, and suddenly, it felt as if something exploded in his mind, stirring an inexplicable shudder that spread from his head to his spine, limbs, and throughout his entire body.
There was a brief moment of blankness in his thoughts.
Soon after, squatting down beside Nora, Pedro Langley's eyes were deep, his expression grave, with a barely noticeable frown between his brows. He softly asked, "Why?"
"Hmm?"
Nora seemed puzzled as she looked up.
