Life is like a dream, and looking back, it's all just bustling memories.
Tabby Teller knows that he and Ursula Solomon can never return to the way they were, keeping the goodness of the past hidden in his heart.
As long as she is doing well, he can be at peace.
Wyatt Perry still couldn't hold back and went to find Claudia Ross.
She sat by the fountain, hugging her legs, quietly wiping away her tears.
Wyatt Perry silently stood behind her; even if he didn't speak, she could feel his presence.
In the night breeze, there was his scent, tightly enveloping her.
"Claudia..." Wyatt Perry's large hand instinctively rested on Claudia Ross's shoulder.
She furiously shook it off: "Don't touch me."
His touch made all the defenses in her body stand erect, entering a state of alert.
"Why torture yourself?" Wyatt Perry's brows furrowed as he looked at the despondent Claudia Ross, his heart aching.
"I am torturing myself, so what? Does it concern you?"
Claudia Ross replied in a bad mood.
