"Charlotte, what are you thinking? I meant for you to actively ask Atlas Hallow if there is such a matter. Did you think I wanted you to take the initiative to do something else?" Ethan Baird had a look of disdain; how could his sweetheart be like this?
She hadn't been married for long, yet her thoughts seemed to have already become less pure.
If only the real sweetheart of the Baird Family were still alive, how great that would have been. Every time Ethan thought of the events from many years ago, his heart twisted together, and even breathing felt painful.
Sometimes, one cannot reminisce; memories always surge back like waters piercing through, and when closing your eyes, they bring a stinging bitterness.
"Ethan, are you thinking of your sister again?" Charlotte looked at Ethan's gradually paling face, walked over, patted his shoulder, and softly comforted him, "Maybe one day she'll show up..."
