In the rain, the distant mountains were shrouded in mist, the sound of thunder rolling like a thousand mountains crashing down, the heavy rain pounding against the windows, and the wind raging wildly.
Rosie was forced to tilt her head to respond to him, not knowing why this kiss carried a tragic emotion, like a lost child finally finding their mother, but instead of joy, there was a surge of fear.
There were too many emotions entwined, so many that Rosie felt this wasn't a kiss at all.
Charles's lips had gone numb. The man slightly lifted his head, the edges of his lips already surrounded by a strange red. He intentionally used gentle anger to suppress the compassion in his eyes.
"Nothing can stop me from wanting to be close to you, understand?" The man captured the girl's panicked and angry expression in his eyes, studying it closely. He loved all her looks.
