Perhaps it was because they had once experienced such warmth and sweetness, that many now found the oppressive atmosphere of this villa unbearable.
At some point, this villa had transformed into a tomb, entombing Trenton Smith entirely.
He was still alive, but everyone felt that his heart had died along with the departure of that person.
Over time, even mentioning that person's name became taboo in this home.
That very formidable Trenton Smith, who now spent his whole days at home, nights after nights of insomnia, subsisting on coffee and cigarettes. Who says cold-hearted people cannot be passionate? They just hadn't met the one who could move their heart.
Some people love another so deeply, they would stake their lives.
Trenton Smith took a sip of his coffee and glanced at the servant.
"You should rest early." The servant bowed his head and sighed softly. "Everyone is really concerned about you. If you keep this up, you'll break down."
