The living room quieted down, and Rosie Scott and Charles Anderson craned their necks to watch the commotion upstairs.
Liam Scott chose to ignore the outside world.
The girl patted her chest, silently thinking: Escaped a disaster.
Outside, the street lamps gently dispersed a halo, the moonlight couldn't penetrate the clouds, and another autumn rain was expected tonight.
Wind blew in fiercely through the windows, making people shiver; Rosie had been kneeling on the floor for so long that her knees hurt, and she stumbled a bit when getting up.
The girl reached out and grabbed the man's arm, he stood straight, looking down at her with a hint of restrained anger in his eyes.
He was angry because she said earlier 'I don't want to marry you, I don't like you.'
Rosie let out a cold snort.
She pinched the man's waist hard.
"Don't touch me." The girl's words were light, yet they pierced the man's heart like a nail.
Charles's dark eyes deepened, blocking the girl's path upstairs.
