"Mm, thank you."
"Don't be too sad." Aiden thought for a moment and could only offer a pale consolation.
"Mm."
Mia hung up the phone.
She still felt sad, suffocated, with a fire burning inside her chest.
Yet she couldn't cry.
After ending the call, she went back inside, where several people were handling things for Zoey's mother.
Returned to Eastern Peak Village.
——
In the morning, many reporters came, and the issue with Zoey became widely known.
Mia stayed at their home for the entire day, without eating or drinking, not daring to look at Zoey for the last time.
She didn't even know what she was afraid of.
Afraid no matter what.
It was as if by not seeing her, Zoey wasn't dead, wouldn't leave.
As night fell, Louis couldn't bear to watch any longer, feeling frustrated. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out, putting her on a motorcycle and taking her away.
He wandered aimlessly for a while, stopping by a sparsely populated street.
