She's right, she used to have a true heart before but it was hurt by him.
Now all it takes is for him to experience the pain she once endured.
Derek didn't delay any longer. He went to the backyard with a broom and seriously swept away the fallen leaves in the yard.
On an autumn night, the wind is bone-chillingly cold.
He was only wearing a thin shirt, his face was cold and pale. Even though he was holding a broom and doing a very ordinary job, his whole body still exuded arrogance and seriousness.
In the room on the third floor, Bertha did not turn on the light.
She stood quietly behind the window looking, her cold deep eyes not knowing what she was thinking.
After watching for a few minutes, she calmly withdrew her gaze and returned to bed.
Derek swept until two in the morning to
