Anyway, from beginning to end, Eleanor never expected Ethan to show her any compassion.
"Where to find it?"
Ethan raised an eyebrow. The houses around here were sparse, where could she possibly find something to eat?
"Follow me."
Eleanor smiled faintly and walked straight ahead.
"Are you familiar with this place?"
Seeing that Eleanor seemed to be heading somewhere with a clear purpose, Ethan couldn't help but feel a bit curious.
"I used to come here to sketch during high school. There's an auntie up ahead, her yard is full of vegetables, and she often hosts students who come here to sketch. But, the meals, we had to prepare ourselves."
Eleanor paused, recalling some sweet yet bitter memories, all of which involved Ethan.
She had often wanted to ask him why, even though he had prom
