It was as if she was trying to release all the pent-up frustration of the past three years; accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain, she cried unusually loudly…
In the empty parking lot, the woman's cries were particularly clear, heart-breaking to hear…
Mabel Doyle squatted on the ground, completely losing control of her emotions, until steady footsteps stopped behind her.
She reacted quickly, instinctively turning her head to look, her eyes widened when she saw who it was.
"Why are you..." Mabel suddenly stood up, staring at the tall figure of the man five meters behind her.
Bryan White leaned against the wall, his handsome face cold, his deep green eyes unfathomable. He stared at her expressionlessly, and when he saw the tear stains on her face, his brow furrowed slightly.
The frown was very slight, almost unnoticeable.
"Why are you crying?" After a long silence, the man finally spoke, his voice hoarse, clearly having drunk a lot, his eyes still bloodshot.
