"I don't believe it, I don't believe it..." Avery Jane shook her head. She had heard the story about "three men making a tiger" and knew not to trust what others said easily, but this girl was different; she was gentle, determined, and shone with wisdom. Moreover, she had no reason to deceive her about these things. Besides, many people had mentioned Evelyn Yates before. The name Lucas Yates was something she heard for the first time, and it caused her to feel inexplicable palpitations, and then her heart started to ache, a subtle pain, as if a terrifying insect took a bite into her fragile heart and slowly burrowed inside, inch by inch, unable to be driven away or escape. It was devouring her heart, trying to hollow it out.
