His expression and tone were extremely like the young proud boy who kept helping her when she was a little girl.
Phillip had his back to the balcony. Outside the window was the golden sunset.
She could not see his face clearly against the light.
Looking at him, she seemed to feel that her heart had suddenly lost control and was beating widely.
Phillip reached out to caress her injured cheek before he left...
Ann was tossing and turning all night, his affectionate eyes flashing through her mind.
Sometimes, Phillip's words and actions resembled the little boy.
However, if he was the little boy, why did he hide it from her?
In her mind, the figures of Phillip and the little boy were constantly overlapping and separating, making her feel upset.
Whether Phillip was the little boy or no
