Alice Smith looked at that slender big hand, her gaze slowly moved up along his arm, finally landing on his face.
She revealed a faint smile, carrying a hint of vulnerability and helplessness: "Shane Winchester, besides forcing me, what else can you do?"
Shane Winchester was slightly startled, instinctively released her hand, retreated two steps, yet his pair of eyes seemed somewhat at a loss and confused.
Alice Smith chuckled softly, turned around and returned to her own room, tightly closed the room door, never looking back.
Slowly she walked to the dressing table, her gaze fell on the music box on the table, she couldn't resist reaching out a finger and gently caressing the doll on it, lowering her eyes with a somewhat tired expression.
