Don't scare yourself and lose your composure.
Looking at Charlotte Miller's gentle smile, it's as enchanting as white pear blossoms blooming on the branches, yet such a smile feels like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into his chest. With every glance she gives, that knife seems to twist around, the sharp blade almost tearing him apart, and the pain erupts forcefully, making even breathing feel difficult...
She lied to him, meeting another man behind his back. Luna Miller's words always sounded like a curse, saying Charlotte is attracting all kinds of suitors. Could the fortune teller's words really come true?
"Do you want to eat something else?" Atlas Hallow's voice remained as pleasant as ever, almost hypnotic, and his lips were continuously upturned, making Charlotte Miller feel none of his anger. Only when gazing into his deep, dark eyes did she feel like she was staring into an endless cold pool.
