The memories of Little Tail were thus sealed away, buried deep in his heart.
"Can you understand my feelings?"
"I was right there beside her, watching helplessly as she was swept away by the waves..."
"Little Tail didn't regret it, but I cut it off myself. She was right; it was very painful after the tail was cut off."
Matthew Saxon spoke haltingly, pausing at certain points and then falling into long silences.
A breeze blew in from the window.
Scarlett Yates suddenly felt her eyes welling up. She wiped them with her hand and found her fingers wet with tears.
Was she crying?
Scarlett stared blankly at the wet traces on her fingers, then looked up at Matthew, with confusion and bewilderment in her eyes.
Why was she crying?
Even though it was a sad story, it wasn't sad enough to make her eyes brim with tears.
"Scarlett, you're crying." Matthew noticed the tears at the corners of her eyes and seemed taken aback, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully as he looked at her.
