Zara Leighton tried to talk to her with the usual joking tone, but inevitably showed caution, unable to resist checking her expression.
She didn't want to lose her.
But.
That fair and serene face still showed no hint of cheer, her eyes half-closed, idly responding to her.
She racked her brain to think of how to appease her, but at that moment, a call came in.
She glanced at it; it was a work call.
Zara swiped to hang up, saying helplessly, "Claire, I have to go."
As the words fell, the air suddenly became silent.
Zara couldn't help but feel downcast, "I'm leaving then."
As she turned away, a gentle, delicate voice sounded behind her.
"If your core is right, I won't look down on you. I've seen all the efforts you've made in the entertainment industry over the years. You deserve someone better; don't demean yourself."
Zara turned back to look at her, a thin layer of tears in her eyes, hidden completely by sunglasses.
