She always brings disaster to those around her. If even William Moore were hurt because of her, she really would be beyond redemption.
No matter what, she cannot stay by his side for too long.
Iris Harris thought of this, raised her eyes to glance at William Moore's handsome profile, then gently exhaled.
For now, let her accompany him a bit more. These three years must have been difficult for him.
Seeing her restless little face, William Moore led her to the sofa and gazed at her intently, "Iris, are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"
Iris Harris shook her head, reached out to hold William Moore's arm, and looked up at him.
It's been three years, and he seems unchanged, still as otherworldly and untouched by the dust of the mundane world.
His gaze upon her is as gentle as always.
It's as if the three years hadn't passed; she's still Iris Harris, and he's still William Moore.
Only by his side does she feel the long-lost peace.
