The sunlight was too dazzling; when Daisy Ginger's gaze fell directly on that piece of cemetery, her retinas were nearly burned by the white light reflected off the tombstone.
The green grassland, blocks of snow-white tombstones, distinctly outlined in the winter sunlight.
Daisy's eyes gradually adjusted, and she was finally able to see clearly. She pursed her lips, glanced at Robert Stephens, and asked, "Why did you bring me here?"
Robert lifted his chin forward slightly, "Did you feel anything?"
Daisy was getting impatient. She stepped forward and stood in front of Robert, blocking his view. She looked down at this handsome man sitting in the wheelchair and asked, "Stop being mysterious with me! If you have something to say, just say it! I'm not in the mood to play guessing games with you!"
Being brought all the way from Banyan City to this godforsaken place was already enough to irritate someone, and the tone of the man in front of her further unsettled her.
