William Moore raised his head, looking at Brandan Hyde, his light-colored eyes quietly observing him, and said, "You wouldn't disagree, right?"
"...I wouldn't." Brandan was silent for a moment, then he raised his hand and gently caressed Iris Harris's face, a hint of restrained pain flickering in his eyes, "Letting her return to normal...is good."
William nodded, sitting in his plane seat, and opened a financial magazine to read.
Brandan slowly lowered his head, looking at Iris Harris's side profile as she slept in his arms. Her gentle breathing made his heart feel weightless, yet slightly aching.
He raised his hand, gently brushing away the stray hair on her face, tracing her profile with his gaze.
He truly loved her.
But the terrifying thing was, by the time he realized this, it was already too late.
There are some mistakes in life that you cannot make; once you lose something, it's impossible to recover.
