Daisy Ginger walked over, smiled at him, and sat down next to him, ordering a cocktail.
Ian Linton said in a low voice, "I actually still love her."
Daisy took a sip of her drink and responded, "Hmm."
"It's quite pathetic, right?" Ian gave a bitter smile, his light brown eyes seeming to hold a whirlpool of pain. "I clearly still like her, yet I chose to break off the engagement, abandoning her when she needed support the most."
Daisy was silent for a while, then said, "She doesn't remember you anymore. Even if you were with her, it would only be forced."
Ian asked, "She doesn't remember me, so can I be justified in giving up on her?"
Daisy lifted her hand and took a sip of the cocktail; the alcohol content was high, but it tasted like nothing in her mouth.
She drank half the glass in one go and said, "Maybe…"
She couldn't continue speaking.
Ian was like a mirror reflecting her own embarrassment in the world of emotions.
