Viola Harris closed her mouth, looking calmly and indifferently at Finn Wilson, without saying anything more, as if resigning herself to fate.
"Speak!" Finn Wilson disliked her indifferent attitude.
"What do you want to hear?" Viola Harris asked him.
"..." Finn Wilson slowly let go of her, spit out the cigarette butt from his mouth, habitually crushed it under his foot.
He put his hands in his pants pockets, turned his head, and asked the small woman standing with her back against a pillar, "It's been such a long time, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Viola Harris bent down to pick up the tasseled bag from the ground, hung it over her arm, brushed the messy hair from her forehead, took out a makeup mirror from the bag to touch up her makeup, after everything was done, she then looked up at the self-important man, "No."
Finn Wilson lit another cigarette, "You used to…"
