Angela Scott's words clearly told Avery Jane that she could only choose one of the two, but neither was what she wanted.
Thinking of Lucas Yates wearing white clothes in the laboratory, the pain in her heart quietly spread to her eyes, engulfing all her senses.
Outside the large glass windows, the gloomy sky seemed like an impenetrable gray curtain, much like Avery's mood.
These past few days, Angela Scott was also in a bad mood for no apparent reason, and all of Avery's audition opportunities were gone, like the sky before a storm, warning of some unknown danger slowly approaching.
