It's been a long time since they last met, Norris Moore had a lot to say to him, but Trenton Smith was somewhat indifferent to her.
She grasped Trenton Smith's fingers, whispering softly: "Treton."
Trenton Smith lowered his gaze to look at her.
"Are you still angry with me?"
"..."
She stretched her hand towards his chest, "Does the wound you had before still hurt?"
Trenton Smith grabbed her hand and held it in his palm.
"You're asking me now?"
Norris Moore puffed her cheeks, a hint of grievance in her voice: "You wouldn't agree to see me..."
Trenton Smith let go of her hand, and Norris Moore's fingers slipped from his fingertips.
His brows and eyes cast a few dark shadows in the bright light, and although his expression was unreadable, the aura around him had distinctly grown colder.
Norris Moore gazed at his complexion and silently sighed in her heart, reaching out once again to take hold of Trenton Smith's hand.
