But when she cried, there wasn't a sound.
She cried silently, not even the sound of a sob could be heard.
Watching her tears fall, Knox Simmons felt a pang in his heart.
She cried so much like a weeping doll, it made his heart ache.
He slowed down the car, gradually pulling over to the side of the street.
After winding down from halfway up the mountain, it led onto the road into the city. After a few hours of snow, it gradually stopped, and a thin layer of snow covered the ground, reflecting the light back, creating the illusion that the surroundings had brightened a lot visually.
The street was lined with bare trees.
Knox's car stopped under a large tree that had shed all its leaves.
In the dead of night, in the snow, on the outskirts, the weather was cold and bleak...
These factors mixed together, forming an atmosphere that was both enchanting and desolate, like traveling through a lost world.
And Scarlett Yates, in this lost world, covered her eyes and cried painfully.
