When she's calm and quiet, thoughts about things she doesn't want to think about always pop into her head.
Like the real reason for her mother's suicide back then.
Or her secret relationship with Asher Land.
Time can't wash away everything. While it can make the bloody wounds scar and heal, it also leaves behind indelible memories of pain.
"What's wrong? Did a cup of coffee stir up your thoughts?"
Seeing her distracted, Oliver Johnson reminded her.
Indeed, this cup of coffee made her think of all sorts of things.
"I've watched your movie, and it's really good."
"Thank you."
"Can you voluntarily tell me something?" Oliver Johnson's eyes couldn't hide his disappointment.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I... I'm not really good at talking." She awkwardly brushed her hair, seemingly a bit nervous.
He chuckled softly, suddenly remembering something.
"Do you remember? When we were at the Northern Suburb Resort, I said something to you."
"What?"
