In an instant, this man transformed into a brutal beast, yet a minute ago he was sitting on the sofa, a cigarette between his slender fingers. When she turned on the light, the serene night outside the window cast his shadow onto the glass, his eyes tinged with loneliness and a hint of cold. That gaze was like the raindrops slowly starting to fall outside, tapping her heart little by little.
When his cigarette was nearing its end, he exhaled a puff of smoke from his thin lips, the smoke ring flipped in the air, then disappeared. When he stood up, he had already become a completely different person.
Feeling the danger so close, feeling his gaze so murderous, Charlotte Miller stiffened and softly said, "What did I lie to you about?"
He had just asked if Jack Smith's concert tickets were expensive?
She had truthfully answered that they were expensive. Did she deceive him?
